Eagles English

I feel alive. I know it sounds strange but I catch my first breath and I lunge onto it and gasped for another, and then another, until it becomes natural instinct. I take my first look at the world, the canopy of the rainforest, which I now call home. I see mother eagle, looking threatening to any living thing that comes remotely close to our nest. She makes me feel weak as I watch her, but the wings on my mother make me feel safer than I can ask for, she soars through gushing winds to gather my food, I admire her strength, she is my inspiration.
Eager to fly, I manage to walk from one side of the nest to the other, lift my wings and jump high enough to gain some wind, but nothing happens. My wings collapse and don’t produce the strength I need to lift myself into the air, I suppose patience is important. My mother notices I’m getting bored of relying on her and sharing the nest with the other eaglets, I want to be independent, I want to soar beyond the distance I can only see from my nest.
To be powerful enough to conquer my weaknesses and turn them into strengths I need to focus. Every bit of fish my mother carries in her mouth to feed me I swallow knowing that hunger can be satisfied, but I am a growing eagle, and I will not be truly satisfied until I can rely on nobody but myself. The sweat of the rainforest as it gives life to animals far bigger and smaller than me are reason for me to believe there are further wonders to explore; and discover.
Day after day I watch as the clouds drift by, I envy each bird that passes across the sky, I crave the day when I can join them. There is more to the life of an eagle and I know it, one day I will be able to fulfil my destiny. My curiosity is taking over me and I am disappointed each day that goes by impatiently awaiting a time that I can find enough strength to do what I dream of most, to fly. It has been so long I begin to wonder. Will I ever learn? I watch as my mother brings more fish for the others and I to eat.