Of an eagles eye.
In the prairie of the sky.
For in the heavens to seek.
In a journey so vast.
From beginning to last.
Of a feather so mild and meek.
Soaring from above.
In searching of love.
In a land so barren and bleak.
Destined for to find.
Beauty in its kind.
Forever in love to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem