Soaring
Ten golden birds in thundrous flight
The take the wind into the sky
God only knows just where they'll fly.
They soar above the highest tree
Their song comes floating back to me
With tales of beauty and of woe
From every place I want to go
But then I hear the sweetest sound
My dearest's voice is ringing 'round
My ears, a soft melodious thing
Oh what happiness it brings.
And so, when i think of birds in flight.
Or hear the loon's call in the night.
I sit beside my One so fair
And do not think of wings or air.
