Falling...slowly falling...floating like a dust mote on the wind
Touching...feeling...brushing soft fluffy clouds as I descend
Light and feathery, swoop and rise on currents of warm air
Swirling breezes caress as if to bless my presence there....
Diving, rushing through shouting currents, I am windblown
As I streak toward the ground below, I do not feel alone
Sunlight is with me, reflecting off my feathers, warming me
Yes I was born a falcon and that is what I will always be....
Vision sharp and piercing, as sharp as my extended claws
I can do anything, the skyways have no rules and no laws
When speed is of the essence, rapidly rocketing along I go
While hunting prey I bank and wheel searching far below....
Sailing...slowly rising...floating like a lonely leaf in the wind
Surviving...thriving...exulting in my special world of no end
Possessing a pure and spotless private domain made for me
Coursing through my resplendent untrespassed world of ecstacy....
