To be a bird

Sometimes I wish I were a bird
with freedom to fly
spreading my wings on the breeze
taking to the sky

I would fly across the seas
and over the countryside
the currents of the air
carrying me far and wide

I wound find me a tree
and build a nest right there
and if I chose some spring day
I would fly away elsewhere

No house then would time me down
for I could fly on high
leave all my cares upon the ground
and not tell one how or why

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