wings

The wing lined with feathers

All pull together

To lift the bird from the ground to the sky

 

He will soar on the breeze

And dive through the trees

Until he dives from the highest of highs

 

He will glide, and he will fly

Till darkness consumes the sky

When the moon replaces the light

 

But without all his feathers

To the ground he is tethered

A prisoner to the ground without flight

 

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