The coolness of the evening breeze
softly caresses her high-boned cheeks,
dreamy almond eyes stare toward the
parched mountains of the desert,
beyond any highway signs and
sun-baked roads.

She is an eagle with sharp eyes,
gliding in poetry with the wind,
the air is her womb which gently rocks
her in a cradle shielding her from
unsuspecting forces.

As an eagle she soars to great heights,
above the humanity which exists below,
she is a wind dancer catching the zephyr
which leads to her elevated perch,
a lofty throne in which she observes the
plight of humankind.

She has the power to see beyond today,
her desert dream is clear as a blue sky,
she envisions peace among her people and
peace throughout the world.

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