posted on Dec, 27 2016 @ 06:39 AM
Oh to be a bird, to fly and soar above, what must it be like to be free,
In the wind and through the clouds, swooping and chirping,
gliding in the rain, perched high in a tree, not a care in the world, except where the worms might be,
no borders to worry about, no rules or laws, no humans telling them what to do with their claws,
no prejudice or racism, no transgender bias, no religion, just birds that be,
no gas or oil needed to go, no money to pay to see the show, simple and sweet,
no hatred or anger, or greed or vanity, precious and beautifully feathered,
not bound to restrictions and forced to be tethered, air is their friend, shaping the destination, while wings flap,
sometimes alone and sometimes in flocks, putting on a dancing ballet,
synchronistic and on full display for all to see in their gloriosity.