Literature
My Brain Works,
A bird is given wings
with which it uses to fly.
It never stop to question
or to wonder why.
It just does. It just is.
And, it must be fun.
Being up there- so close to the sun.
To feel happy and free,
with siblings,
with family.
Sharing and basking in the glee.
Sweet bird Solidarity.
In a way, we're all like birds.
We all have wings.
We all could enjoy the sun.
But, we don't try?
Why?
Is it because someone once told you
that birds can't fly?
Wouldn't it be funny,
if it were true?
That birds can't think the way we do.
Ha ha ha
He he heee
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