How wondrous is the flight of birds
How harmonious is their song
How gleefully do they glide among trees
With no worries to make them fall.
They glide to and fro liberally,
Soaring left and right.
Higher and higher do they fly,
Determined to reach the world’s brightest light.
How miraculous is the flight of birds
How glorious is their song
How easily do they grasp the simplicity of life,
Unknown to us all.

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