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Poetry is Power: The determination of a bird





Flying through the air,

The warm breeze flowing through my feathers,

The sweet smell of nectar fills the air.

I swoop down to the flowers,

I see buds on the trees,

I want to stay but I must keep flying,

Twirling in the air,

Diving down to the stream to catch my lunch.

I fly over hills,

The grass getting greener as I go,

I am determined, 

I must fly on,

I will reach my goal, 

Nothing can stop me.

Finally I’ve flown to where the birds sing their beautiful
               songs of happiness.

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