Wings skip a beat
Like a heart
In a world where were constantly caged
One can only watch a bird
Through the sky

That poem was definitely better than my first. Did you like it? I called it Freedom.
It's true though.
Have you ever seen a bird fly through the sky, and wondered what it would feel like? To have the wind blow your hair back. To look at the world from above, get a whole new view.
To be free.

We often see birds, big flocks of em', and were always like "Wow". Why? Because their flying together, as if their one? Or is it because we can only imagine what it would feel like to be doing the same thing?

Birds are honestly magical creatures. Even though we can't ever picture life being better as a bird than a human, we often skip all the good things that they have in life. We can't just fly away, when we feel like it. We can't just move, and soar through the sky, letting go of the past and all the hurt. We've got to stay.

That's just something to think about......
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