The Raven's Flight

The raven flies with silent grace

A shadow in the empty space

With feathers black as midnight's cloak

And eyes that gleam like silver smoke

He soars above the rugged land

His wings a symbol of command

He speaks a language all his own

A song of freedom, never known

He dips and dives, a master's touch

A symbol of the wild's great rush

And in his flight, a mystery

A symbol of life's great history

For in his feathers, a secret holds

A story that forever unfolds

Of freedom, power, and the wild

A tale that is forever child

So let the raven fly so free

A symbol of what we can be

And in his flight, we find the key

To nature's beauty, wild and free.