A smile today as an eagle flew, above my leafless trees,
He cried with a voice that matched my mood,
And I asked of him please,
Could you take me away on a southern wing,
To where the sand is soft and warm,
Teach me how to sing?
He does not answer, he merely flies,
Past the ways that I may follow,
Into the winter skies,
With a sigh I turn to my busy day,
Ignore my aching bones,
And the hand I never played.