The Birds

The birds are free
To fly as they please
They go in flocks
And together they leave

To travel with wings
Coated with fluffed feathers
Clouds as arms
Sweeping them away

I watch the birds in the sky
Up way high
The birds that are free
To do as they please

Towards the sun they go
Innocent white glistening with the warm golden hue
Beady eyes staring ahead
With no promise of tomorrow but just the moment of now

Away they go
Into the distance
Becoming tiny orbs
Further and further from me
I see

I wonder what they feel
Do the birds understand?
Do they know what they have?
Something I never will

The birds are always free
To fly
To do
As they please.

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