Flight

With a beat of its wings
It soars high in the sky
Graceful as a dove
The view from high above

The curves of mother nature
The sweet trickle of the Sun
The waves in the ocean dwelling
and then the day is done

It soars high over the mountainscape
Sees all the greens of trees
Of all the wonders of the earth
None match any of these

And perhaps you think you've slumbered here
And dreamt of all these things
But this might be our common place
If only we had wings