The Eagle

Wispy clouds float in the sky,

As the eagle glides so high,

Overlooking the world below,

Valleys of green and mountains with snow,

Forests with shadows beneath their leaves,

Swallows' nests beneath the eaves,

Back up again to it's home so high,

The canyon reaching to the sky,

Landing, looking back again,

At the tiny world of men,

Made by God, this world and all,

And the eagle's shadow o'er it does fall.