Flight !


On the mountain peak I stand,
And gaze at the beauty nature has to sketch.

I feel like a bird, free and unworried.

Satisfied with the flights taken,
Anxiously await the countless paths to tour.

Sometimes lost a feather or two,
... missed towns a couple or few.

Sometimes the winds were harsh,
... or the climate too wet.
But the pleasant sun always made me push ahead.

You ask, if ever I got lost,
Would you believe if I said, "Of course, quite a lot!"

No regrets, as I  know the journey further awaits,
I haven't yet seen my flight's strength.

I am a bird, all I know is to fly,
Come what may, I won't cry!


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