There was a once upon a time about a little bird in a secret rhyme
It was nestling with its brothers and sisters then got caught in the wind’s flight
And hit the rocks below
Paralyzed in fright until he spotted a cloud and flapped for the sky
Desperate for the soft haven
Worn to the day’s end
Fleshed hands offer aid to the bird
He went berserk in fear and fell with a broken wing
Staggering away tightly holding its hopes and dreams in it’s stuttering beak
One day fleshed hands alleviated the pain
the bird grew love with the creature but soon it’s déjà vu and back to the plains
Still seeking the haven’s staircase
So he climbed the highest mountain
Gained elevation but the distance is still astoundin’
So he took the leap of faith
Spread his wings and this day he finds his believed faith and floats through it with disappointment
The thought to be home is not to be appointed and joined in
So he aims for the sun until the wings give and the ground is hit
Too bad he’ll never live to explore the world in a bird’s eye view as I’ve always wished