THE SEABIRDS

Sea gulls, on the air they glide
Over the waves to the land
Soaring across the sky so wide
To softly land on the sand

Pelicans floating in the sky
Upon the wind, so free
Across the sunset, up so high
Then dive down to the sea

Invisibly, the wind does blow
As into the horizon we stare
Instinctively, the seabirds know
The silent prayer of the air