Skyward Whispers: A Bird’s Soliloquy

Skyward Whispers: A Bird’s Soliloquy

A dot ascends through boundless blue,
A bird in flight, with skies to woo.
No tethered chain, no scripted path,
Just winds to feel, and clouds to hath.

It soars not just with wings, but thought—
With dreams unspoken, wisdom caught.
It cuts through silence, veils the breeze,
With questions hung on feathered knees.

“Why does the earth, in sorrow, cling?
Why envy roots, while I must wing?”
Its flight, a dance of calm and dare,
Of soulful hush and open air.

Each glide, a line in nature’s prose,
Each spiral speaks, each dive bestows.
Thermals rise like fate unseen,
Some lift it high, some test its sheen.

Below, the world, a shrinking tale—
Of murmuring streams and dusty trail.
Of lives still tethered, dreams confined,
While it seeks truth the winds defined.

“What lies beyond this azure dome?
Is solitude my only home?”
Even in freedom, echoes stay,
For every dawn brings dusk its way.

Yet onward still, it carves the skies,
With fire in heart and grace in eyes.
“Throw your worst wind,” it seems to sing,
“I was born to brave, to rise, to wing!”

No map to guide, no end in sight,
Just courage drawn from morning light.
It speaks in songs we barely hear—
Of hope, of faith, of flying clear.

So next you watch one disappear,
Don’t just observe—lend it your ear.
Its soliloquy, soft and high,
Might just reflect your own sky-cry.

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