To Soar

A poem written about the freedom of birds.

For those who fly,

For those who soar,

The ones above,

Through nature’s door,

 

I ask of you,

For why you fly,

So highly up,

And touch the sky?

 

Is it so that you may need,

A way of travel that doesn’t heed,

The motion of the very Earth?

For, walking such a terrible deed?

 

I believe you fly for reason’s unknown,

But a reason for why your airy home.

You fly in mystery to that of Earth,

And that is why: the highest worth.

 

I envy that, what is so beautiful,

I envy all that float the world,

But respect is given for that I’m sure.

The one’s who fly through nature’s door.

 

Author's Note

Any feedback is great! I know I can work on grammatical details.