Flying

A bird that's born in a gilded cage learns of flying at an early age Even though it must call its own home a perch inside its small, golden dome. To spread its small wings one day, to soar over mountains, oceans, even more to fly to greet early morning star are but dreams behind its golden bar. To sit atop snowy mountains high observe the world with a keen bird's eye To meet those flocks it has never known and tell bird tales of skies it has flown it sings of life beyond golden gate its songs are of the joy that awaits when it can fly in an endless space flying in a cloud, touching wind's face Though the bird in cage will never know its songs are sweet as in a meadow it cannot fly because of clipped wings but it can dream, so lovely bird sings. February 16, 2023 for "Writing Challenge - F Words" by Constance La France Flying howmanysyllables.com=9