

SoaringThe forest and the stream. The sun and the rain. The wind and the earth, come together as one.Soaring
Existence is but a plane. A field of spirits. The wind underneath my wings,
may help me fly high.
The prey of growth,
the predator of life. Opposites they may be, but same they were once.
We were the same,
you and I.
I may have feathers,
you may have hair. But still. We are in the great circle of things. The great spirits will never forget. The way we live.
You may do what you do, but you will alway
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