BIRDS

Beneath the papery tents of the trees

Like the crows in the evening sky

I wish to feel the breeze

flap my wings and fly

Away from a world of sorrows

 Somewhere far away

Like those little sparrows

I wish to spend my day

I wish to stretch my hands

and like those eagles glide

over the lakes and lands

beyond the mountain side

Like the tiny bird that sings

and drinks nectar from flowers

I wish that I had wings

and all those lovely colors

All the birds I see

with joy and pleasure fly

I know it’s a gift to be

a bird in the beautiful sky

 ~Satish.C.J~

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