Storm approaching...swirling. gusting winds
Dark clouds rolling in..., There's two new friends!
Soaring, flying, floating on their wings
Oh what joy! ..., what peace..., Should I sing?
Their piercing, echoing calls fill up the air
The Hawks are saying, 'Come fly...do you dare? '
Partners in flight, the hawks repeat their call
'Don't you wish you could fly, and never fall? '
They soar high above, their call beckons me
They wave their wings goodbye..., say 'We are free! '
Free to lift ourselves and fly to wherever
Don't think I'll forget this morn, forever...or ever.
Jan 29th 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
free to lift, good write, thanks. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.