High as Ever in the Sky
An eagle is high as ever in the sky
Watching whole world passing by
And occasionally does look down
To see what still exists all around.
Boat sailing on river or down a stream
Or might be making of a new dream
Which tries to form now in my mind
As a clock again I will have to wind.
Trees are tall with background green
From grass creating a pretty scene;
Then eagle starts to look overhead
For lost souls and those that are dead.
With one flap of wide wings, He will glide
Knowing God should never ever be denied
And again on all life does gain a grip
With end of each wing, claws and beck's tip.