There’s something delightful
About a bird flying by.
Think about it:
It’s quiet outside
Can only here the light breeze
Not a cloud in the sky
Just the sun through the trees
And a bird flies by
Did you hear its wings?
It’s a miracle, I think
Never heard anything like it.
One of a kind.
How a bundle of feathers
Can make a bird fly.
It makes me think
Of how I want to be
In this life
Soaring above the trees
So small
Yet so strong
To fly so high
For me, in due time
Just like the brightest star
Shines in the blackest night
Is a bird flying
Past a scene so silent
It’s so unique
So serene
So strong
And so free
… This is how I want to be.
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