Thy wings, spread high above the skies,
Soaring over mountains, taken by the breeze,
Maneuvering,gliding through trees,
Thy wings, guided by natures force,
Accelerating, burning like a torch,
Thy flocks, guided by natures relativity,
North, South, East, West,
Flocking to its quest,
But, thy wings, guided by natures shooting stars,
Soaring through clouds, directed by streams,
Thy vision, clear as dreams,
Consumed with emotion, boiling with steam,
Thy wings, pulled by the moon,
Driven by purpose, not to fall to its doom,
Thy wings, direct, as valley and shores,
Waiting for the moment, to captivate and soar.
