Up I fly,
Through the sky.
On eagle's wings,
Soaring high.
Down below,
Rivers flow.
Waving plains
See me go.
Sun so bright,
It's almost white.
My wings of gold
Reflect its light.
In the air,
Flys my hair.
Inside of me,
Joy flares.
Gaze upon the sea.
I think it's like me.
None can hold it.
Forever free.
Up ahead,
A light thread.
It's now time
To go to bed.
Jessie Hopkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-high-11/
