The White Eagle

**The White Eagle **

The white eagle flies high,
making the azure skies her home.
The wind caresses her wings
the white clouds jealous of her feats

Yet, she looks longingly below,
The hazy green earth beckoning.
All she wants is some rest
in the cozy covers of the trees
All is wants is some respite
from what the world expects.

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