Flight of Freedom.
Wind to wing does span the heavens,
Eagles heart to heights abound,
Soar me there with beats of angels,
Born in eyrie's forest found,
Eyes then focus to the freedom,
Lakes and land as patchwork quilt,
Clouds do pillow circles motions,
Glided oe’r his Kingdom built.
Fall of speed to purpose killing,
All he sees his meal unwilling,
Talons claw to cast the death,
Fleeted so as just one breath,
Call he does from a heaven on high,
Majesty of all the sky,
Soaring far above the earth,
Flighted from a noble birth.
Copyright © Keith Drew | Year Posted 2006
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