Birds

How strange it is to see a bird Flying on its own It never seems to ever rest Wherever it may go They really are quite beautiful With wings that help them fly Adorned in royal colours And their haunting, lovely cry No one ever notices How lucky that we are To see these amazing creatures From near or even far They circle the sky above And I wonder what they see They always seem so happy Protected and oh so free Maybe if we were birds There would be no hate We would all be beautiful And fly off to our fates Oh how I wish to be a bird They're always flying in the sky And if they can fly from everything Then surely, so can I?