By Ciara Richards
CMS, Grade 7
When the wind flows through the blood of my veins, when my feelings disappear in the beating of my heart. Joints loosen from my bones. Giving me that fading feeling when I am just about to sleep. If I were a bird I would feel like this.
My weightless feathers would be bleeding with color, crying with the shades of the rainbow. My beak would be as hard and tough as diamonds. Though beauty is ravishing, speed is another. If I were a bird this is how I would look.
Flying high, eyeing at the land below, my back straight as a board, but my wings curved to an arch. I would flow in the wind and let my wings take flight at the sight of this excitement. I would sung and cry my way south. If I were a bird this is what I would do.
Living in this wonderful world of paradise, I fly on my own. Seeing something new everywhere I go. Soaring above the seven seas as I wish. If I were a bird this is where I would go.
When I find the one to be, as good as it may sound, the one that is just like me and we would travel the world together. I start to feel my life dimming, but I have a savior to brighten my day. If I were a bird this how I would travel.
As our life together gets less and less we cherish every minute and now we fly to the heavens and feel the calming way of the birds. As the clouds open and the sun leaving a shadow of our particular body we fly to the end of the amazing like of being a bird.
