the bird,
it flies,
so high,
in the sky,
that the world,
looks small,
so small.

it flies,
past a tree,
a tall,
green tree,
standing alone,
and marks the beauty,
in life.

it glides,
past plants,
standing up,
on their own,
supporting berries,
and marks the beauty,
in life.

and it soars,
to the stars,
where it looks,
upon us,
knowing the future,
that will soon haunt us.

i wrote this several dayz before9/11, and found it a week or too ago, thought i would post it.