Soaring high
Birds of the sky
You know your way
Across continents
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It's interesting how as we grow older; grow up, things which never seemed to be a big deal (we were used to them, sort of took them for granted, seeing them constantly) are suddenly realized to be such miracles. It's just that we grew immune to their magic and mystery from long association. Perhaps if we went into a long coma, then woke up and saw the world again..everything would seem like a magic show, a trick of the living god, a miracle performed solely for us.
a great truism and yearly event of magnitude done in such few lines and very well at that cheers
amazing write........ let the birds fly liketh the imaginations in you too fly over the sky.........
Such is nature's gift, nature's way...Godly....short and sweet...thanks Sandra for all your comments
Soaring high Birds of the sky You know your way, , , good observation. not only in free way but nature's way and season; s use as compass... good write.. divorce is pure imaginery work
For sometime in my life, I dreamed of becoming a bird. You have written all the reasons why. thanks for this wonderful poetic write! : -)
Without map and compass, birds know their way. Small and cute poem, love it with 10+
lovely...birds home seems to be large and wide...the world...man has definitely has lost his intuition in his endeavour to civilise
A few choice words say it all so eloquently... very well done... Alf
Soaring high in life one knows which is the better climes well said
Very intelligent bird...very intelligent writer...Ahhh..a bird that can guide us? Absolutely! And its true....Fly robin, fly! ! I like it... Cheers. Subroto
very illuminative and imaginative! inviting and inspiring! like Stravinsky Firebird on words!
love the poem! It's a sort of meditative exercise on one aspect of nature...
beautiful, birds follow instict, no guide maps. short and succinct.10 Mamta
A succinct and articulate response to the wonder of flight and the bird's instinct for survival. I did enjoy this poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Such a natural beauty, like the winds of summer, your lines gently sway....short but beautiful
How lovely. When I write, in my mind, I am soaring with those birds. You have captured the essence of poetic freedom in this one, dear Sandra. Love, Sandra