High Flight
Birds on the wing soaring skywards,
Reaching above the clouds soaring upwards,
High above the earth in rarefied air.
Annual commutes to warmer lands,
Soaring high and fast on thermals,
Oceans and patchworks of land below,
High flight as nature intended for them.
By Christopher Tye
To love the muse of nature! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
natural their high flight and migration....factual..thanks for sharing this poem here-10