A Bird I Would Like To Be Comments

Rich in reality yet flying high with fantasy! Well done my friend

I am a seeker, A bird flying high in the sky, In that moment of flying.... a blissful state in air where i am free...full of space, A vast expanse of azure blue sky.

Our fantasies are our desires to do what we practically unable to do.Observing a bird fly inspired man to make aeroplane. A really amazing poem about bird.I like how your flight of imagination took you from a bird on earth to a fairy.

A beautiful poem of fantasy and illusions. I, too, love birds - all birds. I envy their ability to walk on the ground, and then be able to fly to the highest perch atop some tree or rocky ledge. And I pity the birds that cannot fly. Evolution has dealt harshly with them. But if I had a choice, I, too, would love to be a bird - but I can't decide what kind. But definitely one that could fly! A great poem - it stirred my imagination to create wild dreams.