I look up into the clear blue sky,
The occasional white cloud
Bubbling before me.
Then I hear a sound,
A plaintiff call above me.
Looking towards that sound
I see it,
I see the buzzard.
Its wings outstretched
Sailing with ease in circles,
Each circle taking it higher.
A life so relaxed and beautiful
As it sails in Nature’s glory,
Sails to easily.
Then the thought comes to me
That is what I want to be,
I want to be a buzzard
When this life ends
And my new life begins.
I want to sail above the earth
Looking down on the glory,
The glory that Nature brings to me,
And has brought to me
When I walked on this planet.