An Eagle

Every time I see an eagle fly overhead, I am in awe of its strength.

Oh what a dream to soar

Through the clouds.

With grace and strength 

And wings spread free.

Still the silent noise

High above the 

Tall trees.

Whispering while the wind

Wonders over 

Stretched open space.

Her feathers ignite

A graceful healthy strong

Pace. 

This moment is now

An endless horizon.

A cinnamon gold sun

Sets through the valley.

One last look as she is gone.

Author's Note

I usually feel the need to rhyme, but lately I haven't. Completely new territory, any advice is welcome.