Soaring High: A Bird's Eye View

Up in the sky, where the air is thin,

The birds fly free, in an endless spin.

With grace and power, they take to the air,

Soaring and gliding, without a care.

The sky, a canvas, vast and blue,

A place of freedom, a bird's true home,

With every flap of their mighty wings,

The sky is their kingdom, and everything.

The clouds, they dance and swirl around,

A carpet of white, stretching to the ground.

And as the bird flies through its halls,

It sees the world from its own high walls.

It sees the mountains and rolling hills,

The forests and rivers, the fields of thrills.

It sees the cities and all their lights,

And feels the wind as it takes its flights.

The bird, a messenger of the skies,

A creature of beauty, with curious eyes.

It takes us to places, we've never been,

And shows us the world, from a bird's eye view again.

So let us take flight, and soar with the bird,

And feel the wind, and let our spirits heard.

For the skies are ours, for all to see,

And the bird shows us, the world, so free.