Flap and Fly

They just flap and fly.  
They depart the ground, yet remain.  
They reach for heights,  
And brush the sky above.  

I just stand behind and watch  
What my gaze can truly capture—  
Never praised, never told,  
A white dove, in white cotton.  

They shine in my sight at the perfect moment,  
Their boundaries stretch beyond the known,  
Their feathers, free from any weight.  
They just flap — and fly.