If I were a bird, I would be able to fly,
Over the mountains, across the blue sky.
A feather falls, drifting slowly to the ground,
Falling forever, and landing without a sound.
It does nothing, but lie in the heat of the sun,
It's color is fading, it's purpose is done.
Oh! It was just a feather, miss it, I would not,
If I were a Bird, I would still have lots.
I seen it in a dream, in the dark of the night,
It seemed so real, and oh how it felt so right.
A bird above the mountains, beautiful and free,
I dreamt that this Bird- - - -was ME!!!
done by christine .
