An eagle is circling over the valley, its razor-sharp wingtips not moving at all
The sun's shining brightly, peaks casting a shadow, a shadow looming dark and tall
A mighty pine tree bent by natures forces, by a wind that long stopped blowing
A creek of clear and purling water, frozen in time
Who could have known
Nobody told us
Nothing to be seen
Nobody knew it
Nobody saw it
The final eulogy
Fissures on the edges, stains dispreading, gore bled by a long-forgotten past
Colors once bright and true, now yellowed, lifeless, lost at last
The only sound still to be heard, the rubbing of dried out brittle paper
That eagle still spreading its wings in vain, never to come home again
Who could have known
Nobody told us
Nothing to be seen
Nobody knew it
Nobody saw it
The final eulogy
Who could have known
Nobody told us
Nothing to be seen
Nobody knew it
Nobody saw it
The final eulogy