The trials of life and stresses shared, to all is given, as non are spared,
We relish a dash to freedom's ring, that which makes the birds all sing.
The summoning of magic, of the granted wish, not that, life has to dish.
Our thoughts run wild, and swift, and free, to reach the heights, our plea.
We may hitch rides upon an eagle's back, chasing clouds, no flight exact,
Climb the heavens in grand balloons, as we listen to nature, its sweetest tunes.
Ride high on kites and a gliders wings, to stir our minds, a wind's notes brings,.
We dip and soar, as our spirits may fly, traversing the chambers, of the sky.
Releasing all that's held inside, when we ascend, where our thoughts abide,
Reach the summit and then descend, to reconfirm, our joys, all once again.
All envy, to the wild ducks, and the geese, for in their flights, they do release,
not held, imprisoned, in confining space, to receive a welcoming love, by grace.
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