The hawks can see the wind
The air clear to us is full
Of currents they watch rise and fall
Like elevators, ski lifts in the sky
They never have much more to know
Than rest their wings on the rising flow
That lofts them softly, gently go
From their pine-panelled home
The hawks can see the wind
and rungs only they can climb
The air so clear a kaleidoscope to them
of ever-rising purchase
Of signposts they can ride
A staircase in the sky
A hitchhiker highway
Only they can ride
(instry)
The hawks can see the wind
We only see them work their wings with a rabbit in their claws;
Or chasing an osprey from the shallow water
To steal the trout it caught fair and square for itself
Yes, for food, for a meal or two
They'll stretch their pinions to climb anew
Up into the magical blue
And maybe just for the view
