Not fences, not walls
not snow and not rain
block flights of birds
who fly unrestrained
from mountains to sea
in any terrain
birds fly where they will
their compass ingrained
the sky is their home
their freedom sustained
they go where they please
sing their joyous refrains
if only this gift
we could have obtained
free as a bird
the world's their domain.
An attractive flight of fancy that resonates in the spirit. Haven't we all
thought of how it must be to launch ourselves unfettered into the
air and soar free from the shackles imposed by design and gravity -
in sudden silence except for the rush of the wind in our ears?
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keith jeffries
Tue 20th Apr 2021 16:12
No Passports either.
Thanks for this
Keith