Flight

A bird squawked loudly,
as it rose high into the sky.
The sun shone off downy feathers,
and glinted off a sapphire eye.

Rainbows reflected,
bouncing off the white.
To make the bird a painting,
as it came into the light.

Strong wings flapped hard,
pushing down with great might.
No-one really appreciates,
the work for it, so light.

A sharp, careful eye,
stares down far below.
At the sea stretching beneath,
and mountains topped with snow.

Clouds rolled across the sky,
white lace caressing deep blue.
A quick burst of refreshing coolness,
Then on and on it flew.

Soon it would have to land,
on luscious trees reaching out beneath.
Vibrant green foliage waved happily,
and holly begging to be made a wreath.

Civilization creeped slowly,
across the untamed wilderness.
Houses, roads and buildings,
invading Nature's agelessness.

Slowly night crept across,
establishing its silent hold.
The stars began to appear,
and the wind began to get cold.

It swooped under the gleaming stars,
and the watchful eye of the moon.
It gazed up at visable mars,
and heard the night singing it's tune.