Flying Bird

In the blue expanse, above the earth's ground,

Where the winds are swift, and the sky's profound,

A flying bird soars, on wings so light,

In graceful flight, through the day and night.

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Its feathers flutter, like a gentle breeze,

As it glides with ease, through the open seas,

Of the endless sky, so vast and wide,

Where the clouds do roam, and the stars reside.

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With its keen eyes, it spies the land,

And searches for a place to stand,

On a tree or perch, so high above,

Where it can rest, and find some love.

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For the flying bird is a creature of the air,

Its home the sky, and its life so fair,

With freedom to fly, wherever it will,

And to feel the wind, so fresh and chill.

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Oh, flying bird, how you inspire,

With your wings that take you higher,

You remind us of the beauty of flight,

And the wonder of nature's sight.

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So let us cherish, this wondrous thing,

And the joy that it can bring,

As we watch the flying bird, with awe,

And marvel at the world we saw.

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