Inspirations of Nature
To be an eagle
To reach for sky
To aim for heavens
To strive to try
To spread its wings
To scream a cry
And when a storm comes,
To feel its might
But while its rolling
And others flee
It its the eagle
The Storm can't beat
The eagle soaring
Into the storm
Fighing the tempest
Reached it goal
And when the worst
Beats at it's wings
And thunder speaks
Discouarging thinigs
Its then all is lost--
It seems.
But the eagle hasn't lost it's wings.
A sharp beak pierces cloud,
Then head,
Then wing,
Then finally claw,
The eagle has reached it golden throne
At the end of it's wearisome road
The eagle has won the Prize you see?
Now we stand here thinking,
What about Me?