sitting on a bench in the park,
remembering happy times,
of times when worries were just a myth.

i was an eagle,
enjoying the wind,
gliding away.

my hair brushes in the wind,
the sky are cloudy now,
alone in the park.

the scent of rain surrounds me,
as i hear the branches of a nearby tree collide,
as the eagle's nest is shaken.

the drops fall on me,
and slide down my cheeks,
as i wait for you.

the eagle tries to remain in its nest,
as the storm develops.
it sits there, worrying, like me.

i close my eyes, waiting for you.
a small ray of sunshine hits my eye,
as i open them i see you.

we run at each other
with open arms, hug
and go together.

the eagle passed the test,
still sitting still in its nest,
silent,
proud.