lalalinds
up in the sky so high, you are free. wings out, feathers flowing in the wind, sun beating on your small frame. am i envious of these creatures? perhaps. they are beautiful, free, and can fly. who wouldn't wish for such a life? especially when life seems so complicated and overwhelming at times. to get away from it all would be amazing. to be free, to be a hawk, just soaring in the sky.
in the sky so high, soaring; free. envy of you, am i? I don't know. life is such a strange thing, and I don't see hawks very often. but when I do, the beauty of them soaring is just so mesmirizing.