Bird across the greyest sky off to somewhere new,
off to where the sun shines,
and I do not blame you,
for attached to the Earth am I,
and though I wish I could fly,
and seemingly at such ease that you do,
because your wings flap in glorious beauty,
and your efforts make it seem so easy,
and though I am sure it is not,
of your flight’s delicate beauty,
I watch amazed and in admiration at you,
for you are an expert, but sadly, not me,
for I am fixed upon the Earth, and I have not the choice,
but I am not complaining at the wonder of nature,
and at your bird song and at the wonder of you.