I am jealous of the birds.

​By Chita

I am jealous of the birds
Who can freely fly in the sky
and land softly on top of a branch
on top of the water

Their body is light 
Nothing is dragging them behind
Nothing is weighing them down
Nothing is crushing them up
Nothing is eating them alive

I am jealous of the birds
Who can easily soar up to the sky
who seem so carefree
who seem so light
and gracious… 

I wonder if those birds.
Ever wonder why they can’t  fly as high as the eagle
Ever wonder why they aren’t as elegant as the swan
Ever wonder why they are different

I would imagine
They just spread their wings
They just fly as much as they want, as much as they can
They just let the wind take them
They just let the current float them

Oh, how I am jealous of the birds
who seem so carefree
and not weighed down by their thoughts
Life would have been way simpler.

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