Birds in Flight

Birds are in flight.

Soaring great heights.

Swurving and turning
Churning and curving.

How fun it would be to be a bird.
Mystic creature of the air.

Not ever having to say a word.
I could just sit there and stare.

Perched next to a love
Sitting so high above

Watch people pass day by day
Still us not moving,
knowing we can make them go away.

Just soar to new heights never reached before.
Leaving this world behind.

Sailing through azure skies.
On trade winds we'll catch a ride.

Fly out past the ocean,
Watch the world go by.