Hawks

A silent ballet is being performed in the sky,
to instruments that only come from nature.
The bright color of blue serves as the background.
There is nothing to interfere with the scene of the dance.

Slowly they appear to anyone watching.
First only spots on the horizon, slowly growing,
expanding, until they can be seen clearly,
Their outlines with wings stretched to their full expanse.

Beautifully, they appear to float into view.
Close enough to see the tips of the wings spread
Like fingers on a hand that are reaching,
soaring on the breeze.

They circle as if searching for something below.
Hardly flapping their wings, just letting the air carry them,
Watching them brings to mind the beauty of life.
The sights and sounds of natures music.

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