Bird

Lying in the sun,
Soaking up some rays,
It's always so much fun,
In the good old lazy days.

Gulls soar through the sky,
Over all the trees.
Not caring about anything,
So peaceful and so free.

I pretend I am the gull,
Soaring through the sky.
And life is never dull.
My sprits are so high.

All is quiet up above,
No sound can be heard,
Just the gentle flapping from the wings,
Of the carefree, sea-bound bird.

Now when I see another bird,
So gentle and so free,
I think so quietly to myself,
Someday, that will be me.