A bird

Photo: Arashiyama, Kyoto, Japan

Mankind has always revered birds

For they symbolize a set of higher ideals

Freedom, perception, potentiality,

These are just a few of said virtues

We aren’t so different to birds

Not to be be trite

But we can take flight in life

And experience a much wider world of exploration

But so many of us clip our own wings

Or even worse, the wings of others

Limiting our own freedom

And the freedom of the people we are envious

or frightened of

Many stay safely sat on the nearest branch

Watching others fly into the distance

Or circle their nest forever

Forever waiting for the right opportunity

That may never come