• Birds
    I see a beutiful eagle fly over head,
    that is my place that is where i belong,
    I feel my shouder blades begain to change,
    Soon I spread my wings and fly gracefully with the eagles,
    I see the stroks fly toward the south so I join them,
    flying is like a dream in motion,
    soon my wings begain to dissapear,
    So i land on my little yard just as they dissapered for good,
    As soon i saw another eagle it all began again.