Bird's eye view

As the feathers of mine float in the wind,

Pushing against this thing called gravity as if it’s nothing,

Birds around me as I glide moving in sync as if one,

Above everything that everyone finds to be beauty,

The bigger picture is something of beauty with the movement of my wings,

These grasslands I see below me, an empty world,

Yet still filled with life hidden in its green,

The green of the grass that eventually turns yellow with time,

Emptiness of a calm yet scary world,

Danger as prey and predator play hide-and-seek,

The logs, the dirt, those holes in those big trees,

A delicious and well important creature,

The soft, the crunchy, the pollinating, the importance,

Being able to just fly into my mouth,

A sudden flavour that I cannot get enough of,