Falconer

Oh, you graceful eagle
that soar in the air,
how I enjoy your chainless life
You are calling from your sky
living under the sun,
just riding the winds up high.
Your cliff is your castle,
you're nature's truly royal,
aking in brown and grey,
Look down on the foolish man
competing with time,
chasing his precious day
You're flying on winds of serenity
into the blinding light.