Wings stretched wide, soaring high
Against the bright and brilliant sky.
Currents strong to glide upon
As the glorious morning dawns.
Flying high the clouds to touch,
Piercing eyes of amber dust.
Sweep the valley floor below,
Soaring high then sweeping low.
Beautiful creature heaven bound,
Shrill and sharp your voice does sound.
Freedom granted to your flight
As you soar to boundless height.
Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons