Birds Poem by Sandra Martyres

Soaring high Birds of the sky You know your way, , , good observation. not only in free way but nature's way and season; s use as compass... good write.. divorce is pure imaginery work

For sometime in my life, I dreamed of becoming a bird. You have written all the reasons why. thanks for this wonderful poetic write! : -)

Without map and compass, birds know their way. Small and cute poem, love it with 10+

Beautiful soaring of the soul. Simple words say everything. CP

lovely...birds home seems to be large and wide...the world...man has definitely has lost his intuition in his endeavour to civilise

How lovely. When I write, in my mind, I am soaring with those birds. You have captured the essence of poetic freedom in this one, dear Sandra. Love, Sandra

It's interesting how as we grow older; grow up, things which never seemed to be a big deal (we were used to them, sort of took them for granted, seeing them constantly) are suddenly realized to be such miracles. It's just that we grew immune to their magic and mystery from long association. Perhaps if we went into a long coma, then woke up and saw the world again..everything would seem like a magic show, a trick of the living god, a miracle performed solely for us.

a great truism and yearly event of magnitude done in such few lines and very well at that cheers

amazing write........ let the birds fly liketh the imaginations in you too fly over the sky.........

Such is nature's gift, nature's way...Godly....short and sweet...thanks Sandra for all your comments