An Angel's Maiden Flight Poem by Thomas King

This day is alive
With wondrous sound
Call's of god's creations
On the air is abound

Filling my ears
With its beautiful sound
My spirit takes flight
And soon leaves the ground

A tear in my eye
As I breathe it all in
Life's wonderful magic
Fills my heart once again

I soar through the clouds
On summers soft breeze
Flying high over-top
The tallest of trees

Free of the falseness
Of mortal man's goals
That later consumes
Their tired lost souls

I no longer am burdened
And have not a care
For now that I fly
Through heavens pure air