Life of an Eagle

From brown earth to blue sky, the winds move and sweep under me/ encouraging/ me to fly/ When I fly/ I fly high/ but I fly alone/ My altitude is unmatched and hardly if any other has flown/ if you saw what I see every day your mind would be blown/your brain probably couldnt contain the marvels, terrible and awesome things my eyes have shown/ me/ seeing this  world in its authenticity/ while being able to move freely
Or so one would think/ I fly but I have boundaries/ passing these boundaries/ can lead to tragedy/ for my boundary is actually the soil known as the earth/ I thrive in the heavens but endangered on the earth/ For the earth is out of my element/ I am aware while in the heavens/ and I maintain my majestic elegance/ I sore with authority and i have a sounding cry/ when I fly/ I personify the sky/ that I fly in/ But if I stop flying then that will bring me to a potential end/ My element and purpose is in the heavens/not on the earth/ even though it was on the earth/ where i was given birth/ I have so much freedom but i'm yet restricted/ i can go anywhere on earth but as soon as i leave my element I'm endangered. So I must discern and I can't be fooled/ I too know what it means to be sheep among wolves/ Except my shepherd isnt present physically at least while i'm flying for I fly alone/ I fly to territory that is known and unknown/ your mind would be blown/ by the things my eyes have shown/ and my alititude is without equal/ This is my life the life of an Eagle