poem-A-day (day 7)
I have always been envious of birds.
They can leave and go when they want, or stay with the flock.
I'm jealous of their beautiful colors. Different shades of greens and reds and yellow feathers.
Letting the wind breeze underneath their winds, soaring through the sky.
Landing on branches, trees and leaves, seeing the whole world from up high.
Singing their songs that everyone wants to hear.
Not having much to fear.
I wish I was a bird, I wish I could fly.
Far far away from here, and live in the sky.
Created: Apr 07, 2014bubblez614 Document Media