Gift of the Seagull

by Munda

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

© Copyright Munda 2000

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