Beauty In My Eyes

It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind,
Endless cooling breeze,
Of acceptance, never worried.

Lands when it's hungry,
Looking for a meal,
Minute by minute,
Every day it's alive.

Pretty little feathers,
Can't get close enough,
To feel; to even touch,
Too fast for human hands.

More like me- sometimes
Fast and mysterious,
Flawless; and not innocent,
A pretty little bird in the sky.