Wind Beneath My Wings Poem by bobby kramer jr.

Sometimes, I wish I were a bird
I could fly and get away
leaving all these stresses behind
that occur to me day after day.
seeing things I never saw
from a different point of view
have the freedom to do whatever I want
that's what I wish I could do.
everytime, I see a bird
they fly so swift and free
gliding with the gentle breeze
somewhere, I cannot see.
It's such a soothing sensation
to watch a bird take flight
up and out of the tree they go
flying out of sight.
I wish that I could be a bird
and feel the wind beneath my wings
going from place to place
and seeing many things.