Birds
Birds
Watching birds fly high in the sky;
Oh why, oh why, can I not fly?
The freedom they have is clear to see.
They do as they please and they seem to be free.
I wish I could be up there on cloud nine,
Above the world, flying so high.
They dash and dart and they swoosh so sublime,
Way up there in the great blue sky.
(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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