You can tell a bird to fly
You can show the bird its wings
You can tell it that it's beautiful
Especially when it sings
You can assure the bird that it's ok
Even when it's not
You can give the bird a nice warm nest
But what it needs is time for thought
Birds don't ever fly alone
They accompany the wind
It glides them through the open sky
And makes them fit right inBut a bird who doesn't trust the wind
Will never lift it's wings
It will tell itself it's broken
And refuse to even singA bird who flys without a thought
Will make a path of its own
It will carry itself through life
And the wind will make it known
It has to trust it's wings
And the path the wind will make
And know that it will get there
However long it may take
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Almost Eloquent
PoetryI'm just another whacky poet characterizing nature and inanimate objects.