Up in the misty skies, high he soars-
The great guardian of the ancient lores,
From the snowy abode to the southern shore
His piercing eyes witness the smallest moments and more .
Watching the chaos of the changing terrain,
Untouched he plays his silent role be it sun or rain.
Respecting the whisper of the High winds that have blown.
In solitude only, realizes he his destiny alone !
And when the mighty winds bear the Divine command
With a swift swoop, springs he to the situations demand
This occasional descent from his azure tranquil
Causes not a ripple in the waters calm and still
Returns he to finish what has already begun
His aspiring journey to TO TOUCH THE SUN.
The great guardian of the ancient lores,
From the snowy abode to the southern shore
His piercing eyes witness the smallest moments and more .
Watching the chaos of the changing terrain,
Untouched he plays his silent role be it sun or rain.
Respecting the whisper of the High winds that have blown.
In solitude only, realizes he his destiny alone !
And when the mighty winds bear the Divine command
With a swift swoop, springs he to the situations demand
This occasional descent from his azure tranquil
Causes not a ripple in the waters calm and still
Returns he to finish what has already begun
His aspiring journey to TO TOUCH THE SUN.
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