Lucky

As I sit here in class
looking out from my prison cell,
I see all the wild creatures
that are doing so well.

Birds are so lucky,
so very lucky indeed.
Get to fly so high,
for as long as they please.

Don't have problems
or worry, or grief,
just get to soar
completely free.

Chirp all day long,
doesn't matter how loud,
then they take off,
and glide into the clouds.

Not all cooped up,
can just escape
from any struggles
and feel no heart ache.

They get to look down
on the Earth from above.
Without a care in the world,
To be a bird I would love.