Soaring

The bird was flying in the sky, he flew low and he flew high, do it again another great try, round he goes no reason why. he went up , then dropped low , then went to and then went fro , he loved to fly, this I know , all over the land he will go. he flew the race he had to win, round he went again and again , even faster with a tail wind , beating the others with a grin. went to the tree and the nest, now it is time to get some rest , he knew that he had done his best , his mama said you beat your test.