Bird

It’s skepticism that moves me
and the diligence to try.
Nothing seems possible when I’m at the head of the unknown.
There is always wind awaiting to help me fly.

I’ve touched the clouds
and skimmed the ground,
collided with my own walls,
and abandoned treaties
I thought would last a lifetime.
Songs tickle my feathers.
Rain colors my skin.
My destination changes
with the seasons.

If Heaven is real
I hope they’ll let me in.
He taught me to truly touch everything.

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