Eagle

Flying into new surroundings,

Has always been frightening.

To the new beginnings yet to come,

I've been waiting with wings, wide open.

All I can see from above,

Is Granules of sand & plants it's growing.

All the others are flying among clouds, Enjoying the warmth that it provides.

But then, they said I'm an Eagle,

Beyond the clouds is where I fly & live. Feeding on the dead carcass,

I can avoid the raindrops.

Still, I wanted to enjoy the drops,

Before they flow through into drains. Anyway, it's just a part and parcel,

Of what I am and my Survival.