Clear majestic morning,
Catches without warning,
Morning breaks into another day.

Spirits here beside me,
Sent here to guide me,
Bringing Sweet music to my heart.

Sometimes I sit on a mountain,
Where the eagle fly,
And echos cry.

Big majestic mountains,
cascading water fountains,
nature has its own rich bouquet.

Eagle wings in flight,
Splendid day's delight,
as I am perched here way on high.

Sometimes I stare at eagle,
and I want to soar,
Forever more,

Forever more....

Geoff Warden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/majestic-morning/