Free flying

My back on the ground, I look up the clear blue sky with shades of spring green, fresh and joyful. I watch the birds fly swiftly and quietly from one tree to the other, with hardly anyone noticing them. What do they know? How do they know where to fly, how far, how high to soar? But they fly. Free they fly…

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