Nature’s Immortal Link

A golden hue clung to the sweet summer air,
I could not say how long my feathered friend was there,
With brown wings and fierce eyes, all I could do was stare.

His power and grace made me think,
Of Nature’s immortal link,
That binds us even as we stand on the brink.

And as he soared off toward the setting sun,
I felt a hope deep inside me run,
A feeling that something had just begun.