(About Man’s life cycle).
Taking baby steps on the sill , the little Sun arose.
Rubbing off some sleep even as the young cock crows.
An inquiring cry of an awakening world
As to a new day, the Earth had twirled.
On backs of sunbeams, the twitter did travel
In the nest fledglings, did themselves unravel.
An incessant flutter of parental flurry
Their insatiable mouths a constant worry.
The young day is now growing into noon
Everything’s a rush, nothing ever too soon.
Eager to spread their wings, they sit on the edge,
The horizon and beyond, to adventure they pledge.
At the zenith now, the Sun, it is all afire
Its form, its radiance, for all to admire.
A once scrawny chick , is now a soaring eagle
With piercing eyes and its wing span so regal.
The day has matured into a dusky twilight
The majestic eagle soon takes its last flight .
The old feathers are tired and his eyes a bit bleary.
Sits alone and isolated in the silence of his eyrie
The red arc soon sizzles into the blue and out of sight
Making way for the darkness of a moonless night.
The eagle has flown on its oh-so powerful wings
Only the twinkle of a star, does his memory bring.
Writer's Island Prompt : "Flight " / 11th April 2008