I sometimes pity humans.
There they are, forced to walk around on those scrawny two legs of theirs...while I can fly. I can soar to unclaimed heights and dance with the breeze.
I lift my wings and begin my flight. Up above me, the sun's playful rays tickle my back.
Cotton clouds are still high above me, and I am covered by their white breath. Life goes on below me, but here I am, flying as freely as the sky is blue. Piercing the air with its quick precision, I let my voice break the silence with the tranquil call of the dove.
Life is beautiful, being a dove.