Birds

You swim through an ocean

of waters white
like masters of your decree.

have bones of hollow,
void of marrow
so you can swim 
high above me.

You look so free 
from a ground based glance
and dance upon your elegant stage

To see your sight 
is such delight
and with skill 
you air engage.

Nature gifted a image for my eye, 
but thats not why you fly,

No friend you see,
 by eye in me,
and fear Thee naturally

Past has played, taught you afraid
caged or pot; you could be 

high in a tree is 
where you watch me 
in knowing all man can be 

for know to well , an engage with me 

could mean no more life for thee