Standing here, confined to the ground,
I watch the birds as they fly past;
Intently watch their darting grace –
Then suddenly my mind takes off.
Treetops slip by far beneath me
As I race above the earth,
Winging my way across the woods;
Released from gravity’s burden.
I dip my wing and twitch my tail,
Heading in a new direction
For the moment. No end in mind,
Content in my dream of freedom.
2 thoughts on “On the Wing”
I read it and took flight too. I was above the trees, wind racing through my feathers, experiencing the freedom of flight. Beautiful.
Hi Bird, I'm so glad you were able to share the experience. I found it magical and so liberating to imagine myself as one of the birds I was observing, to put my mind into an avian body and take a literal flight of fancy.