As I stand on top of the mountain,
where the pine trees face the wind,
two hawks soar
banking in my direction,
carrying strength in their wings
so that I can stand tall in the wind now,
encouragement fills me,
so I say, “Thank you my brothers.”
while sunlight dances
on the river.
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Note: From my archives.