E.C.L.I.P.S.E. Cycle of Life
Eagle's decent illuminate
Eagle’s soaring over a barren field, eyes fixated toward her decent
Claws extend as she swoops, out of the dirt cloud she rises as the rattlesnake dangles in flight.
Little does the prey’s plumage to its death, understands its demise.
In what we call, circle of life – falling into obscurity is the
Potential of a rebirth.
Simple transformation of one soul dying to the primordial world
Enters a new age of humanity, where decent illuminates new potential.
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Kristine Milewski
My inspiration comes from recreating beautiful scenes with words that capture nature, positivity, and resilience in the face of others' perceptions.
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