Fly High Poem by Seyamak Ghambari

Lonely eagle flies high in the sky,
Wings tucked back, majestic and proud,
Head stretched out, claws opened wide,
Pray down below can’t escape the Eagle’s eye.
Capture it’s pray and fly back high,
Babies in the nest, on mountain top,
Waiting anxiously for it to come by,
Powerful claws gently leave the pray down.
He's as graceful as they come,
A descendent from above,
There is no fear nor is there shame,
The mountains his nest,
The skies his domain.

He doesn't borrow, nor does he steal,
fighting the forces of nature,
to find his next meal,
But he's in serious danger,
with all the power that he obtains,
His life may soon end,
because of senseless human gains.

Please don’t hunt, poison and trap them,
Leave them to fly fearlessly for ever,
Birds of pray they are,
The most majestic birds they are.

Please treasure this king and respect it as you will,
He's the mighty Eagle, and Not many left for our children to see.