Birds fly
and I don't even know why.
They fly fall and crawl
They get back up
Sometimes, not even hurt at all.
Bird's feathers,
some say,
are made of wind skin
So their fate is literally
on wind's hands.
Like many of us,
as you and as me,
they fly fall and crawl.
I must say, I find amusement in this display because, like bird's, we are all just tripping in fate.
Therefor, like bird's, we shall fly on.
Falling down and staying on the ground is no choice for a living being to make.
