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.