To fly so high so free in space,
Caressing clouds that have an endless form,
Soaring high in waves of solitude,
Alone and free so soft and calm,
With each beat of these open wings,
The silence comforts and eases my thoughts,
With the wind in my face, and the views of gods,
A breathtaking feeling not easy to forget,
Like a blanket of feelings, that smother and embrace,
The serenity of freedom, so alone but so pure,
An awe inspiring feeling, as relaxing as dreams,
Among the clouds I feel so alive,
Vibrant and strong yes, a gift to the soul,
Exploding each thought, that hurts but comforts,
Yet the freedom of flight, is a fix that I take,
The landscapes of beauty, as I glide so free,
‘Tis a tear I shed, on the green so innocent,
This land so lush, in vegetation so clean,
It opens my heart, to its beauty unseen,
To my brothers the birds, all who have this gift,
What essence you see, of this land we walk...

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