I dream that I soar above the clouds,
On the grace of an eagle’s wings,
My body is free to roam the skies,
While my joy-filled spirit sings.

The wind lifts me up and washes over me,
Cleansing my mind of all petty concerns,
I’ve bonded with Nature, and understand her ways,
And I know that for which she yearns...

As I fly through the air on God’s gentle breath,
I see Earth's beauty from high above,
If everyone could see things the way I have,
They’d rediscover God’s wondrous Love!

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