Tomorrow the seagulls will fly

Wings thrashing frantically, speeding

Under a restless, shifting sky

With nature and weather pleading

Hear their agonal, jagged cry

As they float, never retreating

Rule the wind and tame the tempest

Endeavor does make you greatest

Tomorrow the seagulls will soar

Aligned in a strong, rigid key

Hear the thick clouds' rambunctious roar

Though bound, each intimately free

Faster, feathers fall, ever more

Perhaps one will flurry to me

Subject to the wind yet reckless

In endeavor they are restless

Tomorrow the seagulls will float

Gracefully, in tune, in rhythm

Seen from land, sky, a little boat

Perceived in unending schism

And those who've seen earn right to gloat

For an unspoken truism:

All those who see seagulls take flight

Have lived and experienced their fight.