The Flying Kind..My Envy and Admiration
Their flight to be envied and admired,
creatures that fly, and in their escapes,
To be humbled, are we, as the human kind,
for theirs, a life in the finest of all shapes.
To rest on the wind, as their footstool,
to the lofty heights, to which they may ascend,
To dip and dive and then test the air,
in such happiness, our winged fond friends.
The insects of every kind and each type,
the butterflies all aflutter, in their bright hues,
the bees and wasps of a thousand wing beats,
all spread aloft their marvelous news.
From high above the bustling crowds,
beyond the sealed and closed stone doors,
They reach the pinnacle of freedom, so grand,
in altitudes, where each one soars.
The birds of Autumn now, to take first flights,
in their winged journeys, they soon to begin,
In v-shaped formations and while sailing aloft,
with their musical notes, so soon, to all blend.
The wild ducks quack, while small birds chirp,
a communication of the most favorable kind,
The cool breezes sent to each, a calling card,
and their senses lead to homes, they will find.
If I were a bird or colorful insect, and so gifted,
I'd beseech the wind swept reaches, would, I,
I'd share the lofty reaches, in heavens, so rare,
spread my wings wide, and then to touch the sky.
All envy and my greatest admiration, to each,
I leave those created to fly, the winged, all to adore,
My greatest wish and that of my best daydreams,
to kiss the clouds in bright skies, all that so implore.
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