The Bird

A dreary environment
Engulfs my every move
My nest is cold, and I'm alone
A constant wind blows at my branches
I'm unable to fly
Then I look up
And I see the clouds
Drowned in a light blue sky
I wonder if I can ever reach
That wonderful heaven

My nest's coldness is familiar
I find a new twig
A twig that would strengthen
Its weakening base
But I still daydream of the sky

Days go by, yet I remain
In the only home I know
The sky, now a mere distraction
A distraction that calls to me
I long to fly

What I would not give
To be among the clouds
That light happy environment
A drastic contrast to my current home
I wonder if I can fly

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