Drowning

 Drowning 

In the depths of azure skies, once flew,

An eagle soared, its dreams it knew.

With feathers bright, it graced the air,

A symbol of freedom, beyond compare.

But fate was cruel, and storms did brew,

A tempest wild, the eagle flew.

Caught in the current, it struggled in vain,

A drowning plight, in the ocean's domain.

With weakened wings, it fought the gale,

An unwelcome twist, a tragic tale.

As waves crashed down, hope slipped away,

The eagle's flight no longer held sway.

In the churning sea, its spirit sank,

A life extinguished, a solemn rank.

Yet, in its demise, a lesson it taught,

To cherish life's flight, for it's too soon naught.

The drowning eagle, a poignant sight,

A reminder of life's transient flight.

Let its fate implore, with every plea,

To cherish our time, and live it free.

Maxwell O’Reilly