I saw a hawk sail upon a warm summer wind today.
His wings outstretched, oh how did he soar.
His effortless flight did a sense of freedom convey.
And the simple beauty of him I did so adore.
I stare up into his eye.
Can he even see me as he soars on by?
As free as the wind he soars on past.
As I watch him, I truly understand freedom, at last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem