I drift along the currents of air,
With no fear of potentially falling.
My world, the clouds, are sprawling;
The sky, azure, is my daily lair.
Tiny wings, lift me to my dream.
Tiny sights are what my eyes see,
When swimming in the deep navy sea;
At least that’s how things seem.
My back is bronzed by the sunlight,
While lying upon this windy beach.
The beach, to humans, seems out of reach.
They stare up, while they sit below and write.
In my mind I am, off, far above.
Following my own calling,
Without any further stalling;
Flying after my truest love.
Alas, with two feet,
I must come down;
To feed on things, on trees and ground.
Still, this is a small price to pay,
To fly in dream clouds every day.
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