The howling winds blew so free.
Along a valley this big Oak;
The meandering river to it spoke.
Water gurgling over pebbles there -
The eagle would minutely stare.
Skies changed from blue to grey -
The eagle never missed its prey.
In nature, this is of no surprise -
To survive, how hard the eagle tries.
The eagle was sheltered by the Oak -
In silence, a trust that never broke.
Prasenjit©2022
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