MUSIC IN THE AIR
Carrying a million prayers on your fragile wings,
you soar and glide, owning the vast sky,
Splashing colours to the curvy rainbow
You tickle the clouds with your open wings.
Clicking images of the world in your tiny head,
Looking for branches to rest your legs,
You watch in despair at the vanishing greenery,
Worrying why the world turns into a raised cemetery.
Your tunes get strained, seeing the rivers turn red,
Yet you rise in the air, with great aplomb,
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