Fly Poem by Aric Beers

He looks out through watchful eyes
Soaring through the brilliant skies
Spending his day in quiet thought
Looking for the peace he sought
Gliding through the clouds so calm
The wind carrying his gently sung psalm
As he sings he looks down below
Sees the things the world has to show
And in his heart he knows his place
Down there running the warrior's race
He was made to lead in the strife
Placed there to help in life
But for know he rests in the sky
Sometimes he needs a break, needs to fly