A Bird


Born in a tree, flightless and helpless.

Needing a mother to feed us and keep us safe.

Months of looking at the older birds that fly next to the clouds

Finally learning to fly, soaring above the trees.

Flying next to others, racing each other to the clouds.

Hitting the barrier of the horizon.

Feeling the soft breeze of the air against my wings.

Feeling free.

Playing hide and seek in the clouds.

As each day passes, I feel older.

I’m not able to do the things I once was able to do,

like soar above the clouds.

I finally settled down.

I made a home for myself.

Maybe one day I’ll have a little one…

One that would think the same things as I once did.

Only time will tell.

 

EvieC

VT

14 years old

More by EvieC