I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder,
What its like to be a bird.
Soring in the sky,
So very high,
Free as the wind carries,
Their small delicate bodies,
Away from the noise,
and the bright city lights.
Away from the thick air,
That they don't want to share,
With the creatures that assault,
Their beautiful large world.
As I squeeze past the crowds,
Blinded by the city lights,
I look up the the night sky,
And wonder what its like to fly.
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