Hunter Gliding Free

I watch you soar in your thermal. I wonder what that must be like to feel. See you glide using your wings tips as rudders. What skills nature bestowed on thee. I watch in awe of your splendour. Power and precision with such ease. You bank and dive with such majesty, so magnificently. I see your silhouette over a watered sun. The sky is yours undoubtedly. I watch you soar in your thermal. Nature gave that privilege to me.