A tree sits still
wandering
thinking
but look at those birds travelling the sky
moving , searching , being a bird
doing the normal thing for them
flying the sky
and then there’s a tree , sitting still
havnt the ability to fly the sky
don’t know how to have wings
and if I was a bird not able to fly
I’d sigh with insecurity
all this confidence in their wings
and I’m stuck here
not understanding how to reach as far as them
sighing with insecurity
sometimes we can be like that bird who doesn’t always know how to fly
when other birds can
sighing because they have confidence to go where they wish
and we don’t understand how to be
or how to sometimes even reach that place in life
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 11th, 2025 16:17
- Category: Unclassified
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