Dreams of Flight
I dreamed I was a bird and could fly through the sky.
As I soar through the clouds and watch them pass by.
The world below seems small when viewed from above.
All the sights I take in become all the things I love.
My home would be a nest tucked in the top of a tree.
If anyone was to come I’m sure that I would see.
I’d gather up sticks and make it feel like home.
With the memories in my heart I shall never be alone.
I try to imagine what it would be like to fly.
To glide with the wind and just grace the sky.
I’d think to myself, there’s no one luckier than I.
I’d fly into the sunset as the daylight passes by.
I’d sing my little song so everyone could hear.
Becoming my words that I would hold quite dear.
I think that I would reach out to all the other birds
To come join in my song, a harmony of words.
I wouldn’t have a worry I could find all that I need.
When I felt hunger on a worm or bug I’d feed.
I’d fly down south when the winter winds would blow,
Where I would be going my instincts would just know.
Suddenly I wake up and I’m lying in my bed.
I still have the vision of birds in my head.
Perhaps I cannot fly but maybe I can soar?
Thing I shall receive, shall be placed at my door.
I realize the dream and hope one day to fly.
Maybe the source of flight is outside the sky.
As I seem to find new purpose in all that I try,
I feel I need not worry, no one is luckier than I.
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