A lonely seagull

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic … soaring … gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me … come here and fly.

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free.

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My Being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight.

The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly …