my eyes were painting sky
hoping to find wings fly
they were all flying low
close to ground hopping to
was it aimless to glide far
when you can just hop around
there be things we don't know
thicker air up there or hollow
i see many drying tips of trees
an acid rain could cause these
but who dares to explain to me
everywhere it looks that way
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