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.
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