Taking off a high tree,
Diving down;
And suddenly, steadily, rising
Towards the sky,

Soaring high
Flying with the clouds,
Blowing with the winds,
Going higher and higher
And suddenly – vanishing.
Or rather flying beyond a cloud,
Then reappearing.

Taking a swift turn,
Again diving to the land,
May be due to the sun’s heat
Or rather gravity.

Taking a round or two
And again steadily rising
And dives again to the ground,
Perches on a tree,
It’s quite free as
One can see.

And if you still haven’t guessed,
It’s the take off
Of the fun loving Eagle,
Which lives on the Eucalyptus tree,
Whose life is filled with ups and downs,
But never dares even a frown.