Flying Like a Hawk

High in the sky

Zip line to nothing

Six hundred feet up

I dive through the air


Wind blows against my face

Encaptures me in a swirling ball

I am gliding with the flow

Vibrating together with the green jungle far below


Suddenly things come into focus

The hawk's perspective


Without gravity

Time slows down

Another world

Flying Like a Hawk

Flying Like a Hawk