When we look upon a paler sky,
with dark wings gliding, slicing through,
upon the breeze to climb on high,
and reach the stars that shine anew.
When we look upon a clouded sky,
with nothing seen above the grey,
we hear their call and wonder why,
they did not choose to fly away.
When we look upon a darkened sky,
with moon above and shadows dark,
we cannot hear them though we try,
there is no sign of crow or lark.
When we look upon a sunlit sky,
with crickets buzzing in the grass,
we see and hear the birds that fly,
and circle for another pass.
When I look upon a sky like this,
the birds above that cry and sweep,
through breeze and winds that howl and hiss,
them in my sight I want to keep.
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