I'm the eagle

by HHemayed

Published February 25, 2012

In Poems

I'm an eagle,
soaring through the sky.
I lift my wings,
then I quickly fly.
I swift through the clouds,
as I fly up high.
I feel the wind, the breeze,
as it passes by on my face.

I see the world around me,
as I fly above in grace.
I'm the eagle,
and I'm not tame.

I soar through the sky,
and enjoy what I have.
This isn't a game,
this is a blessing.

Oh..and the sun,
shining beside me.
Everything full of beauty.
Flying just makes me happy.
I'm the eagle,
and freedom is my name.

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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
— Margaret Atwood