The bird so high in a blue sky,
No wings flapping, moving smoothly in flight.
The trail it leaves marks a path,
From one destination to another.
To see from so high, so very high,
A world so small, its largeness so immense.
I long for a return to flight,
To see a world I thought I once knew.
From feet in the cool green grass,
Gazing to see a bird so free in flight.
Longing for the lift to let the dew release,
Seeing the curve of my earthly wonder.
My flight will return, to soar above the birds,
To feel the air beneath my feet.
Rising above the noise and chaos,
To return and nest in the comfort of a lover.
-- Stay inspired my friends.