fragile haven

I envy birds they can fly to any height or extend they desire They can leech on the tallest mountains. Theyre very little but cautious creatures one little sound and off they go They flap they're little wings and sore the skies The winds dancing to they're rhythm and the echos changing direction to fit their pace Admiss the graceful liberated life they've got they're still bound They're sad little creatures because they get tired of flying they wanna walk on land but once they step foot they're caught by cruel creatures who only see them as feast Its both a beautiful and tragic scenario Because even until their last seconds they still struggle to fly no matter how many times they have I still envy them Nevertheless because they had a choice. And they never chose warmth How inconsiderate they only recognised the worth until it was too late.