Albatross

At the dawn of the morning light The great albatross takes flight After nap he had last night Basking in moon’s mysterious light From the jugged cliff he takes off towards abyss of an ocean It causes quite bit of commotion He soaring through linen sky in soul might evoke emotion For sailors he is a beacon The perfection of his design is so in prime It is absolutely sublime Like divine hand would propel it through time Sliding on wind currents like on math’s essence imagination slides in paradigm The sunlight is reflected by its white form That has weathered more than one storm As aerial stunts albatross will perform Soul rejoices seeing it spin the azure that in head causes thoughts to swarm