@budtheteacher's picture prompt inspired this poem about perspective.
To the Sky, We Are the Same
We envy the bird
crafted with hollow bones and wings,
a way to fly to
anywhere, freedom
to leave earth and branches
behind and below.
We dream of soaring,
our bodies unburdened and light,
spirit untethered.
But the bird wants, too.
Satisfaction eludes. You see,
he dreams of the moon.
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