A mighty bird
unfurls its wings
and falls into the wind.
Gradually the eagle slows his descent.
The great wings lift him toward the clouds.
I watch his majesty from the ground.
My eyes filled with wonder.
How I'd love to soar.
How I wish that the eagle I saw
was really me.
But I have no wings.
I have to way to glide.
No my arms do not work the same
as those fascinating appendages.
But oh,
How I'd love to soar.
