forged in fires core
surrounded by dirt
prehistoric parents returned

flowers bloom in spring
connect positivity
giving others food

birds fly in air's waves
listening to the winds's guide
watching from world's roof

fishes swim
breathing what we cannot breathe
not knowing what's water

Dance, no stop. The pigment of the ancient,
it past. Frozen in time upon the wall

She left to gaze upon the world
as the clock chimes across the hall

Wings covered in blue dust
An inner golden flakes spread thin within,
shadows portrayed the life held,
A bird lost in forest, as the black hues

Combine with the blues,
bones of a painting poignant yet pure
Will temperatures be preserved in a warming lure?

The bird is eager to fly away
to sunrise
to sing her song
to welcome a new day
Let’s be like birds.

Shell ✨🐚

You aren't the caged bird who dreams of the sky
Instead you have the whole sky
It's simply that some fellow beings have made you believed that you aren't capable of the sky .....



False for every being that made you feel any less that who you truly are,
Which is
Not the caged bird
Instead
THE CONQUEROR
Of the SKY