The flutter of birds is a beautiful sight Gracefully lifting off of their feet Off of the trees and fences- Off of the cable lines and man made ledges The truth in their wings- In their dynamics The spirit portrayed as they soar- Entangling feathers in clouds In song and observant stares, I watch their motions in hopes of learning the freedom of each individual form
Intent on feeling the airs pressure through my limbs like wings
A Mighty- Graceful- Flight of freedom
A flight that does not search but instead claims it with the knowledge That it is beautiful That it is capable