Birds

A Chickadee flies from tree to tree, an eagle soars over big blue skies, Oh to be a bird to fly so free, Where another dips and then pulls up to the sunrise. A Robin gracefully lands on her nest, She feeds to one, and then to the rest, While the babies chirp, the mother gazes to the sun. Although planes too can fly, the birds was designed by birth to soar, and although planes too go high, birds can swoop and twirl to heights galore. But not only do they fly, above clouds and such sorts, for many can fly like, the butterfly, but a birds instincts can tell him when to build his forts. Sometimes I jump in plans to soar, leaping off the edge of the table, I jump and land upon the floor, and somehow learn that, I am not able. To end the thoughts of my outrageous dreams, I'll say by simply telling you, when I end my crazy schemes, I guess being human will have to do.