Birds fly through the sky, floating between worlds: our Earth and the Heavens above.
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How do the birds see us? Human? Grounded? Larger animals than they are, yet somehow not threatening?
Should danger approach, they simply fly away. Oh, to be a bird: Light and free, Quick and nimble, Unrestricted by gravity and the gravitas of this world.
Winged creatures: stand tall and proud. Even the smallest of them puff out their chests. Maybe we aren’t so different.
People: always chasing dreams of being bigger, faster, better, stronger; smarter, slimmer, something more; always more, never enough. Do birds ever wonder — Am I enough?
