On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes ,
In a golden nest my first breath was born,
I saw naught but felt the vast open skies.
I sensed the warm rays on my bare weak skin,
Yet when they were much, I sensed a cool shade,
As if my body which was faint and thin
Had no reason to be tense or afraid.
When my eyes opened I saw by my side
Love and fondness and strength and wise caring,
They fed me till I was feathered and wide
But Oh! they were slain when I was staring.
I am no longer small, no longer weak,
I'll ride winds, with death on my claws and beak.
