EVEN THE MIGHTY FALL
On a cold autumn day, I walked alone along the country road. The air, the distance, and the peace I absorbed, allowing myself to take advantage of being me. I had nothing to do for moments but walk out in the country air. I came across a hawk; lying alongside the road with an apparently broken neck. I choked back my disbelief. I did not expect to react as I did. My simple life had come face to face with the mighty, and the mighty had fallen. In disbelief, I came face to face with the parallels in my life and all the space that surrounded me. This was reality, the hard stuff. Even the mighty fall, no power can take on fate and situation. It is what it is, and this is where it ends up. He lay there dead. He lay there weak He lay there alone The universe he came from and the universe he flew over did not matter anymore. It made no difference how he reigned or how he stood proud. In the end, he was like any other…dead and gone. A cold chill flowed like an ocean through my entire body. So