The things that fly

The things that fly,
in the sky.
So far and high,
that may not catch our eye.

The hardwork of birds,
which can't be spoken in words.
We have to be like them,
which will make us a helm.

The birds which never give up,
whether they have to drub.
They protect their child,
even if they have to be wild.

The planes,
which carry us as if in trains.
They are non-living,
but atleast they provide us help by lifting us and flying.

So O'dear people,
your hearts aren't illegal.
Follow the light,
where you may ignite.