They say the Hawk was born from the first burst of wind,
A creature of the sky, whose wings carve through the clouds.
Why does the Hawk soar so high,
And what truths does it see from such great heights?
The Hawk does not fly without purpose,
Its sharp eyes searching the Earth below,
It sees beyond the surface,
Looking into the heart of what lies hidden.
The world below is often clouded with noise,
But the Hawk flies above it all,
Finding clarity in the winds.
The people watched the Hawk,
Wondering what secrets it carried in its gaze,
"What does the Hawk see that we cannot?" they asked.
The Hawk did not answer in words,
But flew higher, its wings cutting through the sky,
And in its flight, the people understood—
True vision is not found by looking down,
But by rising above, by seeing with a clear heart.
To see the world as it truly is,
We must rise above the chaos,
And trust in the vision that comes from the higher ground.
One young warrior, lost in confusion,
Looked to the Hawk and asked,
“How do I find my path when I cannot see where to go?”
The Hawk did not speak,
But soared above the clouds,
And in that flight, the warrior understood—
To find clarity, we must rise above the storm,
And trust that the path will be revealed.
