The rush of wind,
The rustling of feathers,
No binding ropes,
No holding tethers,
The blinding sun,
The infinite blue sky,
No break of path,
No barricade nigh,
The eagle. Strong, proud and free,
The flight of joy, of light and glee,
Leave behind the chains of earth,
Soar the sky, come fly with me.
I love it but what does she look like?
it wasn’t about anyone in particular – just about flight and the words just flowed out.