Bird in Flight

 

A bird in flight, a sight so grand,

With wings outstretched, it takes command,

Of the skies, it's kingdom and throne,

A ruler of the winds, it's fully flown.

With every flap, it rises higher,

Defying gravity, a true flyer,

It glides and soars, with effortless grace,

A natural beauty, in it's place.

It's eyes scan the land below,

Searching for food, and a place to go,

The sun on it's feathers, a brilliant gleam,

A reminder of freedom, and it's wild dream.

The wind whispers secrets, in it's ear,

Guiding it's journey, ever so dear,

It's song echoes, a melody pure,

A bird in flight, forever a lure.

With a final flap, it's gone from sight,

But it's memory, forever in flight,

A bird in motion, a true delight,

A symbol of freedom, and it's might.