The delicate of the bird, a creature so small
With its feather and the sound it calls
Calls for human, to be gentle with them all
Flying high above looking at us from the shore
The wonder of flying makes you ask for more
The joy it makes, when you think without debates
Being free of duties that man makes
Working as hard as your job relates
Not knowing of the concept that life contains
Not enjoying every moment we should claim
Contemplating things from above that what we should do
Taking them with careful minds is the clue
Fly is the sense we miss
To feel the pride of things around us
Joy we must bring to ourselves
To enable us to feel life as it deprives