A poem on a Bird

Flight used to only belong to you; soaring through the sky, the heavens were yours

Now you’re not alone. The skies are crowded with human pollution: loud, roaring machines whirring away, eating up your air.

But still, humans look to you in wonder and envy because no appliance can match your conference with the Gods

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