Birds in Flight
Birds in flight,
they're such a magnificent sight,
birds fly through the ceiling,
their freedom is so appealing.
So subtle and beautiful they look,
birds remind me of a brook,
free from TV, war, and the pill,
birds are luckier still.
Birds can see farther than the human eye,
they just flap their wings and fly,
soaring is all they care to do,
whether the sky is gray or blue.
I dream of the day I will be in flight (love),
I think about that awesome sight (dove).
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