To be a bird


To be a bird in autumn time,

gathering in formations for the long trip,

to areas that are warmer than mine.

Flying through sunshine, wind and rain,

every autumn and fall has become the norm.

Wondering if it’s really worth the pain,

when you end up in the toughest storm.

But imagine the view on sunny days,

forests, mountains and glittering rivers,

to be a bird is not that bad anyways.




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