How wonderful yet slightly strange,
to watch seasons pass us by;
To feel the air breathe deep and change,
as the birds take flight and fly...
As they glide, I watch and ponder,
from my vantage point of view;
How wise to seek new lives, yonder,
searching, seeking to renew.
As they soar high, beyond all thought,
Lead by instincts' primal trust;
Braving all storms with dangers fraught,
buoyed high by heaven's gust.
So must we, trust and take flight,
Implicit faith in our insight.
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