The sea eagle glides in a circle
Above the pearly green isle
It sees the wide expanse of sea in the near distance
And weaves in and out of the swiftly drifting clouds
In and out of the ephemeral water vapour condensed into droplets
That float misty light grey
Opaque fluffy white
In the sun against a robin-egg blue sky
The eagle circles
A coronet above this emerald city
Where is its pair?
Eagles are always seen soaring in pairs
Their orbits sometimes in sync, sometimes in counter-cycles
Gliding round and round
Criss-crossing like fighter jets on National Day
But far less likely to collide
The eagle floats
Lifted by air currents unseen
Gazing upon this bustling little city
Knowing that it holds
Far greater wisdom and strength
In its life and days
Than the puffed up humans who spin in their futile circles below.
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