A Falcons Dance

You were once a little boy,
ten years old in fact.
It has taken so many years,
to really accept.
Your gone.
There and once been a time,
You had dreams and plans.
but all that was taken,
and can never be replaced.
You once said that when you died,
you would want to be a falcon.
I remember the look on your face,
the look of longing and wanting.
You envied falcon,
and their dance.
You were once a little boy,
ten years old in fact.
But now you have be granted your one wish,
you are now a falcon with a dance.