Perched on the cliff face
Looking at a brave, new world
I cry from the wilderness, hear it today
Hear it for a thousand years
The earth shakes and i catapult
onto a warming updraft
Circling, wheeling among the Winds of destiny
Beneathe, all the planet trembles at her footsteps
While thunderclouds colour the sky my claws flex
I swoop, i dive, the wind caresses my wings
The clouds part and for one second,
There a playmate, together we merrily chase the wind
Bud Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-to-fly-oh-to-fly/
