The Old Utility Pole in the Meadow, Op 174

Swirling zephyrs bending blades,
creating waves in a hypnotic dance.
Three souls fly above and circle the old monolith long forgotten.
Dark clouds swirl over a verdant sea sprinkled with gold and crimson.
For the winged, there is not much shelter from the approaching storm.
For a moment an unearthly silence,
for you can hear your own heartbeat
A flash in the distance,
followed by a distant rumble...
uncertainty.