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Protectors of the Sky

In that perfect blue sky, a flock of birds fly together.

I too fly together with my own.

Alone, each of us are weak,

A lone spirit prey to predators.

Together we are strong,

Predators ourselves when we choose to become One.

But we do not.

Preys we were, once.

We do not choose to abuse the weak.

We protect our brothers and sisters.

Our strength we lend to the weak.