New World

As I look down,

through the eyes of a bird,

I see a world that I wish

to never have for myself.

Then, I feel contented, gratified

and blessed to be able to fly.

With my wings unfurling,

creep throughout the sky.

But below my wings, I see

a world drenched in brutishness

a world where creatures called

human' live, unfamiliar with

the word 'kindness'

As look down, I perceive

people using metaphors to

describe love, freedom and

ecstasy. But little do they know

about our sky, which is full of

freedom and contentment.

The sky we live in gives us

freedom to try and fly.

and when we get hit by rain,

the tears are given home in

the branches of trees.

Painted with our hues,

the sky gives hope

and we bloom endlessly,

and fly fearlessly,

which is what the

creatures living down,

should learn about.