The seagull soars, with a flight so high,
Its wings are strong, like a bird in the sky.
Its cry is free, like a melody to sing,
As it searches the ocean, with a flapping wing.
The seagull's flight is wild, like a spirit roaming,
A reminder of the freedom, that's always there to own.
And as I watch it fly, feeling so free,
I'm reminded of the possibilities, that are always there to see.
