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?
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