High above the endless skies
It gets lonely up here sometimes –
But I’m too busy flying to care anymore.
I keep my focus as I weave through deep black clouds
I enter a new horizon but no one is around
I’ve ascended to great heights no bird has ever flown
I can see my creator so I know I’m not alone
I heard the wind whisper,
“Fly, beautiful eagle.
Loner of the air.”
“Fly majestic eagle,
Poetry contributed by Roark Moody II
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