Flying birds in the sky,
Graceful wings up high.
Soaring through the clouds,
Their beauty knows no bounds.
Feathers ruffle in the breeze,
Their freedom is a sight to seize.
Majestic creatures of the air,
Their beauty beyond compare.
Birds of every size and hue,
Each one unique, each one true.
Their calls, a symphony of sound,
Echoing through the skies around.
Their journey, an endless flight,
Through day and dusk, and darkest night.
Their wings, a symbol of hope,
Onward they soar, and upward they cope.
Flying birds, an inspiration,
For us to seek our liberation.
To chase our dreams and reach the stars,
And break through the limitations and bars.
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