Fledgling

All they want to do is fly
The wind around is soft and still
High above the open sky

They look down from upon high
The air is crisp, the mountain chill
All they want to do is fly

Beauty such to make one cry
The drop below could easily kill
High above the open sky

Don’t want to fall, don’t want to die
Their eagle screech both loud and shrill
All they want to do is fly

A leap of faith, it will not lie
I watch from a hill
High above the open sky

I hold my breath and then I sigh
They ride the wind with master’s skill
All they want to do is fly
High above in open sky