Wing To Fly

Wings To Fly Skipping down the rolling and Mounting piedmonts of love, I saw an eagle soar spreading His mighty wings out I heard the chirping lullaby Of the mockingbird swirled With the sweetly cooing doves. I twirled about and danced Around with unabashed joy. Stopping to rest in a soft bed Of green clover to peer at the Heavenly clouds above. Watching a bluebird chase Another but suddenly Changing routes. Judging by their fluid and Merry movements those Two were in love. At that moment I was Wishing that I could be As brave as them instead Of being so coy.