Breaking dawn, a glimpse of a delicate movement gliding throughout the wide-open skies
He sways with the rhythm of the cool breeze
The flight of grace begins the day
A floating in the air, feeling the cool, crisp breeze beneath his massive wings
At this moment, nowhere to go just meant to float
In an instant, a flight begins
Surveying the land below, contemplates a destination
Admiring beauty in the path, seeks higher planes above anger, anguish and wrath
Many choices to land
Trees calling to keep company
Lakes glistening, water demands attention
The sky is vast and knows no boundaries
A world opening arms
Welcoming a majestic presence
Home can be many places
You are free to fly wherever you desire
After miles of gliding, slowly drifting towards a final landing
A tree is the chosen home overlooking a moonlit lake
Upon rising, another flight of grace to take place, moving onward day and night
One never knows where he will go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. A really great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Light Of Glory.