Imagine The Birds

So famous for cannot fly

So famous for soaring high

So everywhere
The trees
The skies
Atop of a belfry
Flying or staring with beak
So lovely and caring

The hawks
With fearsome shadows
With swiftest gliding
From sky to the ground
And ground to the sky
So dangerous like dynamites
To lizards and the chicks strolling around
On the ground

What prove
Do we search for that we can’t see
To believe
There is beauty in everything?

Quit underestimating
What you can do

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