The Flight Beyond
A bird is flying in the sky,
Moving toward the jungle side.
All alone, with no support,
Its only guide—a dim moonlight,
Stained by drifting clouds above.
Winter’s season is in bloom,
The trees hold no more nests—
Once a haven, now abandoned.
Snow falls without a pause,
Branches empty, heavy with flakes.
The bird flies toward an unknown fate,
Against all odds, with a lion’s heart.
A creature of flight, it shows resilience,
Until, in the quiet of the night,
It disappears from sight.
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