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i've never seen something so beautiful
that makes me so sad , so full of envy.
i've never seen something that gives me such hope for the future,
something that fills my heart with such wonder
And still makes me so jealous and angry that I could scream.
I hate the way the birds can just fly away from their problems,
from the worries that might behold them in the world
and come and go as they please.
I despise the way the birds can can fly above the clouds
to see the sun coming and going,
how they can see the changing colors that stain the sky,
how they can seem to reach closer to the stars than us,
where my dreams carry themselves to every night.
it makes me sad when I hear the song the birds sing to each other,
or themselves, to life each other up.
the way your chirping echos in a garden,
the way your songs rings my eyes to reveal
the most beautiful sounds anyone can hear.
your song is sung with a sense of freedom,
a uproot of love and freewill,
it's all I ever wanted to make in my life.
little bird, as I watch you flitter your pretty wings above
the sun and clouds, I must ask a one question that burns the back of mind:
Do you enjoy seeing me this way, seeing me drown in despair and woe?
little bird, please tell me the truth, please give me the answer to why I feel so
strongly toward such a beautiful creature as yourself.
little bird, through it all I still think you are the most beautiful, most wonderful
creature of them all, through all my envy and such.
I love you, pretty bird.
