Wings span from hemisphere to hemisphere. The Eagle’s gentle feathers swiftly shielding the surface from the sun’s scorching blaze. Tender and warm, she ensures the safety of her beloveds. Protecting life, from evergreen trees to the growing man, her gentle blanket of radiant feathers soothing her children, her coo of love gently overcasts them as a beautiful breeze. As she begins to grow old and frail, one of her delicate and vibrant wings loses its motherly motion. Unable to shield her world from the dangers of the blistering and unfair sun, the Eagle above the clouds solely uses her lone, determined wing to continue to preserve and protect the Earth she has been sheltering for eons. Moving hurriedly from hemisphere to hemisphere, the Mother, though injured and weak, sore and tired, brittle and ached, still obtains the same immense love she had for her lively children, watching them prosper, glistening in her radiant hazel eyes. Her endurance, and sacrifice deemed her the God she truly is to the ungrateful souls she protects, despite their unwillingness to return to her the care she selflessly provides. As the moon ascends in the sky, the symbol of her wings covering the uncomfortable sun, they sit in patience for the dreadful morning sunlight to come.