An eagles flight

I look into the morning sky I see the eagle flaps its wings in a rhythm, to take long smooth flight ,and it glides past the trees and skyscrapers ,rounds about its prey  and into the forests.

I watch in total amazment ,wanting  to emulate  the eagle ,flying effortlessly,high above the sky.

The crow tries to copy the eagle,trying to look similar,pretending to glide,pretending to flap its wings,but its throws up flat being caught as a minature crow.I say why do you copy, be yourself.

Something similar to sachin playing a cover drive,the elbow in proper position,the front foot forward and bat straight and perfect follow through.
Many again many try to copy unsucessfully,I again say,he is the master you only a shadow,be yourself.

or yesudas singing a melody like “radha tan premathodanao,nyan padanthe gita thodano Krishna

Pagal pole ninde uthram spashtam.”

The eagle  comes back to sit on a branch , flapping its wings in complete rhythm ,it flies again abosolutely effortlessly.