FLYING FREE

Lying relaxed upon the grass, gazing skywards on a summer's day.

Light breezes touch my hair as they whisper by.

I watch in fascination at birds flying freely up and down.

Soaring in the thermal currents we cannot see, which sometimes tumble them around.

Occasionally drawing them upwards, sun-bound.

The birds break free and circle around and around.

My concerns drift away while I watch the performance in the sky.

’Til eyes involuntarily close and I, too, am flying free.

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