When I see a bird I think about what a wonderful experience it must be to fly. They glide through the air with such ease and grace—speeding, flowing, and dancing in the wind.
How wonderful it must be.
What would it be like to have wings? What would the world look like from high above the treetops?
It must be amazing to see things from almost every angle. So many things are visible to a bird that we can’t see.
What an amazing perspective birds have.
Imagine being so light that–with a flip of your wings–you could float on the air. Imagine the speed at which you could travel!
When I see little birds zipping through the sky, I am amazed at the distance they are able to cover in an instant. They are so fast and efficient. And beautiful—oh yes, they are very beautiful!
It’s no wonder that birds spend most of their day singing from the tree tops? Who wouldn’t want to sing out loud when the world is such a thrill?
If I had the chance, just for a day, I think if I could; I’d like to be a bird?
Yes, I’ve thought about it all my life. As you can see I was named after one. Imagine the freedom one must have. Yet, a birds life is a continual hunt for food, no leisure time for certain. I only wish I could fly in dreams. I’ve done so once and it was glorious!
Hope you and yours are well.