She flies through cobalt colored skies <br />Filtered with sunlit colored rays <br /> <br />When she soars <br />Hearts also soar <br /> <br />Free spirit on the wing <br />With a song so sweet to sing <br /> <br />In a forested evening shade <br />With odors of fall and her song in the glade <br /> <br />Softly the forest children appear <br />To see skylark not on the wing <br /> <br />But yet with a beautiful song <br />So sweet to sing.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skylark-6/