As fresh as the air,
Like a blade slicing through the wind,
We glide as one you and I,
Even as one lives and one dies.
The scent of flowers ride on the air,
It hits my nose and I turn and glare,
I circle ’round when I see weak prey,
As in 1 dive, with my mouth wide open.
I play with my prey like mouse and cat,
Hit it back and forth repeatedly,
After I have done I finally feast,
On his tender flesh.
At last I return to my nest,
On a mountain top with my hatchlings,
I feed them what’s left of the fish,
As I head for the clouds,
To rest I seek to do this again everyday.