Oh, what it would be like to soar as a bird
Soaring away from all qualms, emotions, and no cool people or being a nerd
Oh, I long to have my own pair of marvelously feathered wings
I wish I had all the tranquility of not worry over all little things
Able to fly away from it all, and twirling and twisting in the wind
Not fretting about every insignificant thing, how many times he had sinned
The only the birds have to look out for are those pesky hunters and low-flying planes
The only thing that could get them downcast would be the usual rains
Being able to fly, fly, fly until it came time needing to rest
Keep flying since the time he first coasted away from the nest
Floating, twisting through the ever-changing breeze
Gliding, skimming just over the tops of the trees
Narrowly dodging the reaching boughs below
Feeling the rush of adrenaline zooming so low
Soaring on the backs of eagles gliding high
What would I do if I could no longer fly?
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