Little bird, little bird
Can you show me how to fly?
Can you tell me how it feels to float in the sky?
Little bird, little bird
How I'm jealous of thee
To be able to spread your wings and be free
I'm sick of being grounded
On the earth of this wold
I'm sick of being hounded
By gravity and words
I wish to be weightless
From my problems and mind
I'll be brave, I'll be fearless
From the dangers I find
Although I'm not meek
Things are not what they seem
From the adventures I seek
In the worlds I dream
Little bird, little bird
You may wonder why
Little bird, little bird
Why I'm jealous of your sky
Little bird, little bird
Because planes aren't satisfying
Little bird, little bird
My flight would be death defying
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Waiting In Spring
PoetryA collection of poems from silly to serious that I make in spring. Photograph and edits were done by me
