Belonging
I want to be a bird perched on a willow tree
With a feeling of ease surrounding me and my family
Flying in sync, performing for the large humans to see
Not for vanity but to express that we are free.
The sky is my home but so is the ground
A stable slab of concrete, firm and speckled
Met with an abundance of feet hitting mound
Reminds me of my gift of flight
And the beauty of my wings, the joyous sound of takeoff.
The ground is where the people are
And although my brothers and sisters are not with me
I know I will meet them by our wondrous tree.
I know that the hue of my feathers are not ugly nor scary.
For my humanity and the nature I have been given
Failed to crossover into my feathery dream.
And that fills me with glee.
In this new life the history of my clipped wings and lost soul will fade
My heart will be unbroken from the world the humans made.
Because I am just a bird perched on a willow tree
Once in a while performing for mankind
While a few look up wishing they were me.
