It’s not very good, but here goes:
I am an albatross.
Soaring high in the air on a current of positive thoughts,
Over the rolling sea of malcontents.
Stooping occasionally to catch a fish.
I am an eagle.
Swooping majestically in the turquoise vista,
Over the granite outcrop of denial,
to the green, green grass of home.
I am at one.
With the flora and fauna,
With all, for no person can affect me.
I shall overcome them with positive energy.
Oh, send me up with the great Lord of Yoga,
Going to be with him when I pass from this land,
when passage is achieved and in the ground I lie,
I’ll be with the Lord of Yoga, in the sky.