Nyklair

Like a peacocks beautiful tail It's form and color it wont tell. With a dove to it's side it may often cry. It wishes for wings so it may fly Like an Ostrich's fluffy feather's It will always weep. for it's young will never sing. Now the almighty eagle has strong wings. It's the bird I wish I could be. But beneath it's beauty it has it's flaw. The almighty eagle will be alone till it falls.