There's something magical about this world,
though what, I cant quite tell.
Maybe it's the way the early day cloud-white moon
grows silver as the sun sets,
as if she's beckoning the stars
Maybe it's the way a falcon drops from the dawn sky,
down to earth like innocence lost,
And screams in triumph when he soars upwards again.
Notes; Wrote ths one fr my bf (<3). U can add ur own meaning 2 it, cuz I dnt care 2 explain the symbolism.