The Guardian

The faintest of cries
Winged raptor up high
Surveying its realm
Nothing misses her gaze
Yet no discrimination
No judgement
No scrutiny
No signs of callous mutiny
As light pierces the horizon
Leaves begin to shimmer
Morning dew melts away
She circles and acknowledges
With a respectful glance
Maybe
Just maybe
Shadows can burn away
Jealous spirits shift with the wind
Though we’ll never ever forget
Hope drapes over the horizon
Saturating forests and fields
Smiling faces now multiplied
A wounded soul begins to pulse
Though scars might never heal
Weak minds forever etched
This day they have no power
Shielded by mighty wings
The noble watcher sweeps by
One last audible screech from afar
She has other souls to save
For today is for forgetting
And living