I soar across a summer sky
Singing softly as I fly.
My feathers flutter on the wind.
This invisible gas whipping and whirling around me,
Wings unfurled.
Not a care in the world looking for food.
Just doing what I do.
Looking down from on high
With my bird's eye view.
Wondering who I am and why.
Just being in the moment.
Drifting and floating on an uplift of air,
The mechanics of my body beyond me.
I don't care.
I'm just a bird.
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