The Eagle Soars

Past the ti tree and the cycads

Down to the ocean’s sandy shores

A little piece of paradise 

Above it, the eagle soars.

On that sand we’ve mourned those

The ocean kept within her jaws

We’ve held each other close and cried

While up above the eagle soars.

We’ve rallied round our own the time

Fire tore through our town’s stores

We stood as one to show just how

On such thermals an eagle soars.

One Sunday, heat and ferocious wind

Preceded the firestorm’s roars

Ripping through the homes and streets

Over which the eagle soars.

We came together to wait, and hope

You asked of my home, and I yours

We hugged and cried and with such love

Buoyed up, the eagle soars.

So many came, to help to care

They didn’t even pause

To drop their lives to help keep ours

Aloft, the eagle soars. 

Others came, and brought with them

Their cameras by their scores 

They gathered in their packs. 

Above such vultures, an eagle soars. 

When we returned to homes untouched 

Or some to blackened doors

With promise to rebuild once more

Where the eagle soars.

And as we cleaned, or wept, or helped

We did so, all because 

This little piece of paradise 

Is ours, where eagle soars.