I've dreamed of flying as an eagle
that flies high over trees and valleys
soaring high, I would be regal
even flying over streets and alleys
feeling the wind caress my wings
with my mind solely on flying
when gazing down below I would see
animals like, bear, fox, and deer
and others too, who cannot fly like me
yet for them I shed not a tear
for I realize each of us are special
we were born of the celestial
Very nice sensations provided by this original and amazing poem. Soaring higher, always higher is were excellence resides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style, more people ought to see things like poets do, then they would make the world a nicer place x