Flying

The birds

Flying, soaring

Leaving the world

Behind

Feathered, graceful

On the ground

Or the sky

What it would be

To leave concerns

Worries, doubts

On the ground

Take to the sky

Rather than

Remain earth-bound

Birds, though

Come in many shapes

Sizes, and weights

So as such

Flightless birds

Abbound

I beleive they cry

Wanting their sky

And the freedom

It brings

We too

Have no place

Soaring and gliding

Among the clouds

No need

To fly about

So I dream

All the time

Those birds

Flapping, climbing

And I wish

For the freedom

And the joy

Of flight

The End

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