Sunlight never touched its wings, yet it flew with all its might. From the rains, heaviness it brings; success always sought in its flight.
A few moments to mesmerize, but a fewer came to me. The trees need the rains to realize, their purpose and true destiny.
The soul parades high and mighty flew its distance in its sky; the heart shall be the almighty, to decide the years it ponders why.
Present shall never decide a future of love so encouraging; come into the woods and walk by my side, to engage in a dream so engaging.
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