Moving Through Time

I've watched the last eagle rise up to the sky, He will ride on the wind that keeps him on high. I have seen sailing ships taken out to sea, And I've counted those years which have passed by me. I've crossed rivers that flow through the barren lands; They offer not a drop which the ground demands. Yet they're not forever, life ends at the shore; We've all thought about that at least once before. One may hear the songbirds echoing afar, Be there joy in mornings where ever they are. A new dawn lifts spirits in so many ways; Cherish each new sunrise for all of your days. Now the eagle follows the dry river bed, Listening to the echoes sounding from ahead. Sails appear on the rise, battered, torn, but free; Sometimes feels like they are coming back for me.