Here is another of my poems which I hope may be of use to educators.
She slowly glides above the oceans deep
in effortless grace, and almost seems asleep.
She banks and turns, and falling like the rain,
she plummets down, then soars aloft again.
Each flight a masterpiece, she day by day
shows off the aerial arts
man learned but yesterday.
The wind her band, the skies her dance-hall floor
to music never heard by man, she dances evermore .
Envy this bird, mere mortal, for she took your place
when you,growing foolish in your wisdom,
fell from grace
Hers is the splendour man for all his pride has lost
most beautiful of living things,