I had a moment yesterday afternoon where I started trying to imagine what it would be like to be a bird. A bit crazy I know, but that’s the kind of thing you think about when you’re sitting around by yourself on a beautiful summer afternoon.
Floating through the air, I touch the clouds.
With all this space, I never worry about the crowds.
I ride the breeze, far above the ground.
The perfect place for freedom to be found.
Effortlessly, I cut across the sky.
From below, I’m less noticeable than a fly.
Up here, I am completely at peace.
Surrounded by clouds, there is nothing to release.
Across the sky, I coast on the wind.
It’s all picturesque, no matter which way I’m spinned.
The view at the top is an incredible one.
Gliding along under the warmth of the sun.
I close my eyes to just feel the air.
Flying on I have no care.