As you feel the
swift wind
You start to
stretch your wings
You take a glide
And take the pride
Your sound so
clear
That echoes to the
mountains
The sound like a
hymn
A natural
orchestra of the wild
You glide with
beauty
That cannot be
compared
You are the condor
Condor that glides
You may be a harm
to others
But yet you are a
beauty
Just like the tide
that braces the shore
The water that
swiftly falls
You are like a
ballerina
So graceful
So perfect
And so beautiful
to watch
There’s no mountain
so high
There’s no plain
so wide
A valley that can
hide
Because of your
wide eye
You are a condor.
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