Seeing A Bird's Eye View Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Birds soaring over mountains, tempting and knowing
that I would rather be flying with them.

Seeing sights that they do, getting a bird's eye
view of mountains and surrounding desert plains.

Wanting so badly to be flying above earth where
silence and solitude are deafening.

Gliding above in a glider at times, flowing on
air currents, carrying me through the atmosphere.

Always being a slave to the heavens, wanting to stay
there with the birds, flying forever.