Flying With the Birds

Through my old window I see
The young birds, fluttering and flying free
Wings stretching out so far and wide
As they soar through the open sky.

Their eyes, as beautiful as twilight
Sparkling with a glint of delight
I watch them play and tumble with glee
And envy their freedom so wild and free.

My heart longs to join them in the air
To feel the wind rush through my hair
To fly without a care in the world
And be one with the birds, so pure and unfurled.

My heart has now a tongue of its own
A language that only the birds have known
For they know no boundaries or borders
And their love is felt in every flutter.

No longer bound by earthly ties
I soar with them into the blue
And in their graceful, effortless guise
I find a beauty, pure and true.

Through my old window, I am transported
Into a new world of freedom, where love is unreported
I am one with the birds, and they are one with me
And together we fly, forever wild and free.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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