Eagle
Mountain ,forest and stream.....
I can dream
I fly over them all,
hear my call.........
Such heights
Such delights
Golden feathers to fly
Wings to dream
Things are not what they seem
I can, but try
Mountain,forest and stream....
I can dream
The golden feathers I have let go
This wind I will follow
Will be here tomorrow
I cannot deny,
that I am meant to fly
Upon these mighty wings,
my heart sings
Mountain,forest and stream....
I can dream
Feathery gold,
set against rich green
This I hold............
deep in my chest
This is where I have been
All these thoughts suppressed
Mountain,forest and stream....
I can dream
There is no denying......
The time is near...........
This is the time for flying
For the bird inside.......
Bursting free.........
Flying high.....
flying free....
Nothing to hide....
For all to see
Mountain,forest and stream....
I can dream
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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