On the wings of an eagle,
I soar ever higher
looking down
upon the greens, browns and greys
of the earth below.
The sun shines above me,
the wind blows all around.
I am free;
nothing can touch me
Forever moving forward,
in harmony with the sky.
I don't feel anything but the peace of unity
With the world.
I am free and I fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the crisp, tightly cropt construction and overall stanzaic form... Solid crafting ~FjR~