First Flight

Up, Up, Up in the sky

A newborn bird flies

Flies to search the world

Which he had become apart

 

The colour of blue surround him

Which brings everything to life

The fluffy, white pillows comforts him

Which increases by the second

 

He comes upon a bright, yellow object

That goes Down, Down, Down

The beautiful blue becomes a dark grey in the newborn's sight

He says to himself, "This is what they must call night"

 

The youngling flies back to his home

Leaving the world in sorrow

"That's okay, I'll get some sleep and be ready to search for tomorrow."

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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