The Eagle
High up on the lofty peaks the summer sunshine gleams,
The air so still and cold now begins to warm,
As up above an Eagle soars on the gentle summer breeze.
The melting snow makes tiny riverlets,
Looking for their mother, the urgent rushing of a stream,
As they join with one and other.
Soon the stream becomes a river, the torrent harsh and savage,
Cascading shallow over boulders through mountainsides so narrow.
And up above an Eagle soars on the gentle summer breeze.
The journey of the freezing waters is ever spiraling and down,
The swirls and eddies along the banks never slowing, never ceasing,
As the waters tumble down, ever down.
From the wild high mountain wilderness where ne'er grew a thing,
Past the mighty spruce and graceful oak, the waters spiral ever down.
And up above an Eagle soars on the gentle summer breeze.
Then rock and spruce and graceful oak give way to lush green meadow,
And the downward rush begins to slow as the river becomes wider,
Until the cool clear water runs deep, and still, and quiet.
Meandering along the valley in the warming summer sun,
Where children play and giggle in the safety of her shallows,
While lovers dream from vantage points with tenderness and wonder.
And up above an Eagle soars on the gentle summer breeze.
One day the river meets it's lover and sings upon it's bars,
It finally meets the ocean after travelling so far,
From a tiny drop of melted snow now part of a mighty throng,
The greatest ocean - fierce and strong, yet loving in her song.
And up above an Eagle soars on the gentle summer breeze.