Flying high in the sky, soaring <br />very high. High as an eagle <br />Yet only in my mind's eye. <br />Not giving up, yet continuing, <br />to try. <br />Gliding, through the gusty wind. <br />Until wings and the wind somehow blends together, as an acoustic, melodic strum, and births a song. <br />A gentle, distinct sound. <br />Is this the purpose? <br />A reason to the why, <br />Pressing through the storm, head lifted high <br />Eyes finally to see the sun piercing <br />behind the clouds. The eagle soars.<br /><br />Angel A. Lockwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eagle-s-song/
