The Hague, The Netherlands
Gift of the Seagull
A lonely seagull flies the winds,
Majestic... soaring... gliding wings.
A single screech sounds from the sky,
Come fly with me... come here and fly...
My spirit floats to be a part,
I feel the beating of its heart,
My soul, one with this bird of sea,
Now knows the meaning to fly free.
I feel the winds caress my soul,
And soar the streams without a goal,
My being trembles of delight,
A treasure I received tonight.
The seagull's flight of soaring high,
The gift of what it means to fly.