To be like a bird that is free as can be

I look up at the sky, i see a flock of birds flying high, swooping left swooping right.
and destination is at reach, all with out the need of metal.
When the sun rises they sing, even if it rains they welcome the day, happy as can be.

a Canadian geese travels far and wide, travelling with the season shift, to bask in the sun.
A pool or a lake it makes its home, an egg gets laid; with the next generation, small and weak, his or hers mother putting food in there beak, no hold backs, but there child, no Internet or addiction. There is that saying "free as a bird.
Humans walk by but with out a clue there is a small family that's nesting near by.
as the time goes by the feathers grow, ready to spread there wings and are ready to go.
The young are stronger ready to fly, they sense the cold that is coming to make them fly;
a big distance spending hours so high, as the earth spins they land in warmth, basking in the sun with a pool near by.

A cycle that lasts forever, they never fade, spreading the flowers what humans see made.
a land full of colour that never fades.

the echo that hits the canons wall, an eagle dominates and seeks his prey, he watches and judges to dive down, he See's something that caught his eye, 
he never misses never fails a eagle devours anything that is in its way.