Birch trees standing On bended lean As if gently bowing At her majestic queen Water frozen Trapped in time Wavering fields Unstable to climb Dried leaves dance On top of the snow Soon to be part Of what new will grow The light bounces Of the ground Upon glistening snowfall Untouched and unfound The eagle soars On circular course He snatches his prey Without remorse The wind is serene Yet murmurs the call Of the high perched raven’s Piercing squall As I watch them They study me It’s an mysterious trust To some degree I sit quietly And listen with my soul And completely let my spirit Take control I fly with them Above the mist Forever bonded As we co-exist