Open sky, breeze wind....
blue or black...the space is infinite...
...there is no limit to it...
a little bird flies high ..... The joy, the chirping ...to fly high ...
....in the unbound space ,to see the world below to cross the 7 seas.
Tensed, to fly is all it knows ...
the little one wants to fly .....
Ocean apart, high above the ranges,
Over the snow....over the thirsty desert...
Stopping by the woods, listening to songs of heaven...
I wonder, (as usual) how i wish to be that little bird ...spread my wings and flap them against the gentle breeze....(Wondering am i got crazy! nopes)..i guess everyone has secret desire ...and if it were not this craziness ...would we ever have airplanes, jet planes today .....
But seriously ....one searches for their being on earth, on this planet...the purpose, the goal ..the character in the play for which the world is set up....the ups and downs in the life are like the waves in the ocean...
Did fly high mean high position in the world or did it mean the height of satisfaction in everything and anything one does...
Life is like a race .....
some run for the run, some with passion...
some may run to win , some may win by the run...
for some the finish line is everything and for some its nothing...
Some may fall and give up...some get up and get going...
Imagine u were in the race and u all sudden had wings to fly ..would the race matter anymore ...
I guess no....
But its not easy being a free bird....u never know when the hawk pounce u or the hunter gets u ..
I guess the world is same ....
"above the sky where my flight takes me,
fly over the ocean....
world is a beautiful place to be in ...
the sunshine and the greeny wood...
fly thee over the desert...
the valley of fragnance,rose are not only the one...
fly high above the ranges,with snow below me...
Is this heaven ...fly thee over once again.."
