The Eagle

I wrote this poem for someone that was moving on to the next part of their life, college.

Eagle flying high
Beautiful in her glory
Sailing through the sky
Gorgeous she is
Each flapping of her wings
More glorious than the last
Not seeming to have a care
As the sun reflects off the river below
The Eagle will fly
Yes, she will fly
She will fly as high
As the ominous sky will take her.