Field Skies

I see the blue spirit as I sweep through the sky. It opens its mouth as its wings unfold. It has more than one face but the eyes of the forest see it. It whispers to itself through the water and the trees can hear it. I am high in the sky but I am aware that its power of invisibility outweighs my strength in flight. Can it see me or is it part of me ? How can I know ?

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