Wings of an Eagle
	On the wings of an eagle,
	Over the treetops I soar.
	Across the land, sea and mountain,
	Above the lions roar.
	Up, up on a thermal,
	Fast, fast, then slow.
	I can see for miles and miles,
	All things below.
	I see the forest and field,
	Every stream and brook.
	I can see far and near,
	Into every cranny and nook.
	On the ground are all other creatures,
	So slowly they plod.
	Above is only one,
	That one is God.
								Ivan