Hawks Circle the Mountain - White Willow

High up above us, where all the hawks

Circle the mountain, riding the wind

Floating on updrafts and searching for prey

I think I saw them today

I climbed up higher than I’ve ever been

Walked through the rubble, the smog and decay

Up where the sky is not auburn but blue

I’d like to go there with you

Miles stretch below us, lost in the haze

Everything distant, everything strange

Birds in formations that I’ve never seen

Spelling a language of dreams

Trees low and twisted, flattened by storms

Stretch across granite to reach for the edge

I feel an impulse to spring and take flight

Everything seems to be right