When I hear the wind brushing idly by

  I wonder how the birds can bear to land   

 Only to sit with jeweled tail feathers fanned   

 Instead of touching each cloud in the sky   

They clumsily hop and flap all around    

Where moments ago they were graceful          

 Now they must consider gravity’s’ pull    

Temporarily graceless and earth bound

  It must be lonely being beautiful                                                                                                                            

Maybe they long for moments on the earth      

To recall the fragility of life

To feel the hard ground, immoveable  

 To be grounded, and yet to see the clouds worth                 

  To dream of solid, airy afterlife

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