BIRDS IN FLIGHT
Swarms of birds across the sky
In winged form do regally fly
In perfect rhythm and effortless harmony
Winging away like scripted poetry
The clear blue skies their domain
As in their flight path they attain
Dizzy Heights and dazzling mark
Till the day threatens to go dark.
For their sojourn they then seek
Comfort of home in crevice and creek
Like normal beings their home do find
Comfort and Bliss, like never defined.
Birds are known to fly always
For their flights through dreary days
Little known is their life beside,
As birth to death does life preside.
From twittering squeals to moaning age
From flighted paths to squirming days
Life’s for them an endless struggle too
As seasons and years say adieu.
Countless are their concerns and travails
Endlessly, as their tedious life prevails
Without life’s luxuries and comforts known
Living Life through fears unknown.
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BIRDS IN FLIGHT, which
was posted on Dec 9, 2011 by
Rollingstone.
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"An insight into the travesties of birds which we feel are enjoying their flights..."
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Philosophy / Moral
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