I fly through the air in awefilled delight,
Through skies of blue and clouds of white,
Arms flung wide,
A shudder in my ride,
As I look avast
I see some odd things;
My arms no longer arms,
But wings.
I am now an eagle,
Flying regal.
Above the feilds,
My peircing gaze finds paradise,
Lush green trees
Sway in the breeze,
Blue-greeen water
Touches pale sand beaches,
And beautiful birds sit and eat peaches.
I gladly turn and fly away,
This isn't where I belong today.
Somewhere not so far from here,
Is a place in which, I fear,
Means more to me
Than nectar to a bumble bee.