Birds fly overhead bringing peace and harmony to all, 

Their symbol is recognized worldwide, no matter how small. 

Like me, birds travel in hopes of flying free,

Above the grounds, above the seas. 

Singing their sweet song all throughout the day, 

It is peace they convey.

Now, I am no bird and while I can not fly,

I too flourish in the sun, in mid July. 

In the sun, I bask. 

Like the birds, as if it's their task. 

I know I have yet to be as free

As the birds that go tweet tweet.

And even if I can't become as free as the ones above,

I still have hope that I will, like the morning doves. 

With such fearlessness and strength,

These creatures come to me at arm's length.

And when I observe with just my eye, 

In their glory, I sigh.

Because even if I am not as free as them all along, 

I can still sit back and enjoy their songs.