Birds fly.

Birds fly.

How does that feel

Do they wonder

As the mood takes them,

Feathering wings,

Gliding

with relative ease,

Rising on thermals,

Lifting and falling

Spiralling together.

Squadrons in close order,

Murmuring

Amongst themselves,

Flying in harmony.

What do they see

When they look at me.

Do they wonder

How I might feel

Standing on my

Earth bound perch,

Enjoying their freedom

And knowing

My feet will

Always stay grounded.

Does it matter,

When in my heart

I fly with them.

Together we

Embrace the power

Of the wind,

Catch a glimpse

Of heaven,

Journey to the horizon

And beyond.

Do they see me

As I swoop among the stars,

Dusting the sky,

Touching

The roof

Of the world,

Reaching for more,

And finding a rainbow.

Are we so different

When in our time

We all find

A way to swoop

And soar

Together.