bird self

We all belong
We are born to flock together
To sing. To fly to be free.
One day to find our tribe.
To rise up, to rise above.
To soar.
And find, and build, safe nests.
To sing. To fly. To be free.
Sometimes we peck and scratch the dirt.
Sometimes we preen and puff our feathers.
Sometimes we squark or flap about
Sometimes we glide on......
To soar.
And find and build safe nests.
To sing. To Fly. To be free.
And still we all belong.