Historical Flight's

wing's spread for morning flight catching the wind at first dawns light wings take me high , so high i might see the place to end my flight soaring above forest grandure green scenes of mountains and glorious streams only birds can see these things for the eye's they were given were made to be keen like a bird leaving Noah's Ark searching for land just a small part and perhaps a little something to take back to the Ark of long gone ancestors i dream like all birds, i dream i dream of a bird sitting in a tree i dream that that bird is waiting just for me when i land she will not flee she will have something just for me there it is the tree with one lone dove waiting just for me i'll ascend , like the spirit of my ancestor before me that landed upon the Messiah, gently and rest with her i will not leave from now on to her i'll cleave