The Gravel Road

One cool summer morning while running upon the gravel road I listen as the birds happily chirp upon the branches I imagine myself as a bird I would fly high above the trees and soar carefree I would then sit upon a branch with other birds and watch people labor People are like honey bees constantly working never grasping the beauty around On this cool summer day I was a bird and enjoyed the beauty of forest surrounding me I sat upon a branch and noticed a little green centipede snack upon the soft green leaves attached to my branch While soaring above the earth I felt the wind upon my wings and I felt the warmth of the sun upon my feathery back However my happiness ended with the crunch of the gravel upon my shoes I am human again, at the end of the gravel road But once I was a bird…