from here we see the sky
floating below our feet
as clouds like carpet fly
as we near heaven's seat
no longer are we bound
oppressed by earthly shroud
but dancing to the sound
so far above the crowd
the winds play our song
the music of our heart
it is here that we belong
with flight's ballet our art
as we ride upon the breeze
in the climb that we adore
reaching to the heavens with ease
on mighty wings we soar
there you stand so far below
looking up you think we play
it is a life you will never know
for we are the birds of prey
Ahhh, perspective taking. It's interesting how I just want to read to the end to find out what you are talking about. You don't leave me wondering. You could easily leave off the final line of this one and create a need for the mind to think, to stretch; but you are kind to us who wish for the easy life.
ReplyDeleteI do love the rhyming sometimes, yet not in everything. This one is appropriate for the topic, as rhyming does help one glide along during the poem.
I like how our sight, dance, song, and sensations make it into each stanzas. Birds are amazing. We all enjoy flight.
A very good poem from a bird's perspective. I like the rhyming and the flow.
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