Soaring
The bird was flying in the sky,
he flew low and he flew high,
do it again another great try,
round he goes no reason why.
he went up , then dropped low ,
then went to and then went fro ,
he loved to fly, this I know ,
all over the land he will go.
he flew the race he had to win,
round he went again and again ,
even faster with a tail wind ,
beating the others with a grin.
went to the tree and the nest,
now it is time to get some rest ,
he knew that he had done his best ,
his mama said you beat your test.
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