• I am a bird.

    Feathers light as can be,
    because I am so carefree.

    Soaring through the air,
    This feeling not so rare.

    Diving fast,
    having a blast.

    Pulling out of the dive,
    feeling so alive.

    My friend is a bird.

    Feathers heavy with weight,
    so full of hate.

    Struggling to fly,
    as I pass them by.

    Diving fast,
    just to ignore the past.

    Pulling out of the dive,
    barely alive.

    Yet what can I do as a friend,
    but help them around the bend?

    Give them a shove,
    while showing them love.

    I want to freely fly,
    before I die.

    However I went them with me,
    both of us riding the wind, free.


    12 Jan. 09