a flying bird

On wings of grace, it takes to the sky

A flying bird soars, high and nigh

With feathers of beauty, it glides with ease

Above the treetops, above the seas

With eyes that sparkle, it sees the world

Its freedom, a treasure, a story untold

The winds may howl, the storm clouds gather

But the flying bird knows, it need not bother

Its wings of strength, they carry it far

Over mountains, rivers, and fields of green and gold

With each beat of its heart, it takes to the air

A wonder of nature, so pure and fair

Oh, how I envy, the flying bird

For the freedom it has, with each flutter and turn

But I know that I too, can soar like the bird

With dreams as my wings, and hope as my word

So, I'll watch and marvel, at the flying bird

A symbol of freedom, in a world so absurd

And I'll strive to find, my own path to the sky

With each beat of my heart, I'll learn to fly.