She was very fond of the birds
And the way their wings would take them
Do they have a mere thought
Are they aware of their
ability to transcend the heaviness
and sing without worry of disdain
They’ve no sting of worldly burden
Or need for wishes or for hopes
For them the open air had become
a place for stillness and concentration
Could it ever be lonesome
being unrestrained in so empty a vastness
Perhaps they’re enraptured by the sun
although it blinds them in its light
They even might ask why the rain
shoots down on them from the sky
Some things she’d only ever wonder
but surely, even the birds did know
that falling is just before flying
and feathers get caught in the wind
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