I've dreamed of flying as an eagle
that flies high over trees and valleys
soaring high, I would be regal
even flying over streets and alleys
feeling the wind caress my wings
with my mind solely on flying
when gazing down below I would see
animals like, bear, fox, and deer
and others too, who cannot fly like me
yet for them I shed not a tear
for I realize each of us are special
we were born of the celestial
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