Floating high in the sky, touching clouds and poking planes
Smiling as I fly, thinking of the day you were found
Discovered unexpectedly, my soul leaping with joy
Looking down on the trees, on the deep shades of green
Scraping leaves and catching birds
What have I seen?
Floating high in the sky, feeling gravity push me lower
Lower and lower I go, falling and spinning to the ground
Like a branch falling from it's tree
A loud thump on the ground, in the soft grass
Turn my head and find pink ants crawling on my skin
What have I seen?
I awoke for the first time from this floating high
A lovely high it was, a first deep breath, burning and chilling
Would you like to float with me, just for awhile?
Well yes, with a name like Bird.. Of course! Awesome! I give this poem 'Q' clearance for takeoff! love it! b
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I would like to translate this poem
Jennifer, love it....excellent work...........and yes I undersatand your symdolism quit well in your words and yes I will float with you/////////////////////////////Brian