I Wish I Were A Bird (prose poem)

I Wish I Were A Bird
(Prose Poem)

The gentle breeze whispers secrets through the leaves, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the sound of birdsong. A longing stirs within me, a yearning to soar through the boundless sky like those feathered companions.

With envious eyes, I watch them dance gracefully, their wings slicing through the air with effortless ease. They glide over verdant meadows and sparkling streams, their aerial ballet a spectacle that fills me with both awe and a profound sense of inadequacy.

I crave the freedom to cast off the constraints of gravity, to feel the wind caress my feathers and lift me higher and higher. I long to dwell in the sky, among the clouds that paint ethereal tapestries across the heavens.

To be a bird would mean to experience the world from a different perspective, a vantage point that has always been out of reach. I could spy on the secrets of the forest, soar above the highest mountains, and witness the vast expanse of the oceans.

I could escape the mundane and embrace the extraordinary, leaving behind the worries and burdens that weigh me down. As I soared through the sky, my spirit would take flight, leaving behind the limitations of my human form.

Oh, how I wish I were a bird! A creature of grace, freedom, and wonder. I would sing melodies that echo through the canyons, soar over crashing waves, and sleep beneath the canopy of stars.

But alas, my fate is tied to the earth, and my wings remain only a dream. Yet, I can still find solace in the beauty of the birds that fly above me, reminding me of the boundless possibilities that lie within the realm of imagination.