Valley Of The Eagles

Surrounded by mountains from east to west, a valley emerges shrouded in secrecy of the clouds. Crisp days of winter’s solstice part the vapour, exposing tall cedars and willows. Swans slide down like an avalanche of snow, settling on the fertility of warmth as the odd Heron cranes its neck in curiosity. Owl’s hidden amongst the darkest shadows tuck their sensitive ears and eyes into themselves, ignoring all its cousins as it seeks rest from the night’s activities. The quick flapping of small wings and sharp tones seem foreign to the fertile valley as ducks gather in groups, announcing their strange entrance while the Stellars and crows cock their heads in observation. Above it all, overlooking the land sits the eagles. Ivory and dark heads share the barren limbs; brothers and sisters of royalty they search as the pairing for life begins. Young mates soon find each other and sore high above, piercing the sky with joy before they disappear back into the shrouds of secrecy.

For Singing Eagle.  God keep you safe wherever your wings may take you.