Soaring Seagull

(a poem I wrote when I was in highschool)

Is the seagull searching too
for a world where all is new?
Where every eye is unfamiliar
and calculations are shoved way under.

Or is he satisfied with his life?
For he is free to roam and and glide
over mountains high, and rivers deep
where priceless beauty he will meet.

Inspiration and romanticism?
-we do lack in the life we are living.
For in this age of technology and reason
we lose the seagull's sense of imagination.

Oh heavenly bird soaring so high,
reaching the tips of the endless sky,
Elevate us to show us your view,
of our dying passion and spirit, too. ©