Falling in love with places you go,Isn’t it normal when you love nature, though?
Why do people have homes to dwell?
Why ain’t their picture have a resemblance.
Why do birds have a nest they could come back to?
If I was a bird I would fly carefree,
Away above the sky, where I could feel lively.
Where there are no humans to cage one another,
Just me, and my wings to fly solely.
Where I could be alone, where I could be me,
Just beyond the land, the sky and trees,
A place above the sky where I could fly beautifully.