Flying high in the deep blue sky
I see the ball shining gold,
The clouds there passing by
To see the story, yet untold.
My flock and I in the cumulus high
With young and lofty dreams in heart,
Sometimes I take a deep sigh
I look around and move apart.
The green leaf is waiting for me
With droplets of rain on his palm,
I perch and look around to see
He wets my throat, makes me calm.
I close my eyes and open my wings
Will fly away, is what I thought,
Just then the leaf flutters, falls to rest
I pick him up and make my nest…

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