Soaring through the sky, I fly free

I feel the wind beneath my soft delicate wings

Showing off my beautiful smokey grey feathers,

I look fearless

The sun radiant and overpowering,

Not knowing where to turn next,

I ask myself, where do I belong?

I feel lonely

I can see everything beneath me,

From the small details of a little girl's button,

To frogs leaping on lily pads

I am the third eye

As I watch a duck nurture her ducklings,

I remember why I flew off in the first place

Hunting for food, I head off

I know where I must go

As I perch myself on a nearby branch

I come to a nest of three baby birds

All of them huddled together and smiling,

I am home