Poem Time: Defying Gravity

hey look a poem for you alls!
i'm ...working on the everything else...stories, bla bla...
anyway, it's a poem i wrote on the back of that one java program and finished after the history test after i finished my Lit. book.
yeah
anyway, here you go!

Defying Gravity

The birds fly high

Upon gleaming feathered wings

While we, so pitiful, can only watch from below,

Exclaiming loud in awe and jealousy

We put on false wings

And flap and squirm, trying to reach those heights

We craft for ourselves wood and metal birds

To ride and pretend we are such

Yet these do not take us up to the clouds

Where we so yearn to reach

And breathe the air of that higher place

For indeed, it must be wonderful, if the birds fly there

Nay, none of these feeble attempts

Can help us defy gravity

For more than a few moments

And we fall, and weep

Yes, even the birds,

Though they seem to fly high forever,

They cannot fly ever up or ever away

From this trembling world

You faithful birds,

Blessed, lucky beasts

Who can defy gravity for but a moment in time

What joy it must be

While we on earth

Wait and watch

And wish with all our hearts

To reach that blue sky above

I wonder if someday, perhaps,

One of us feeble humans will sprout feathered wings

And stretch, and reach with all their might

And suddenly fly away, into that blue sky

I look to the sky with feeble eyes

Standing on uncertain feet

And wishing, for but a moment, to feel the breeze of that higher place

Reach up to the sky, to where the golden sun shines down

To where the snow white clouds do dwell and walk

To where the gleaming stars look down in darkness

To where the moon watches, and turns its face away

Reach up with trembling hands

And close your eyes

And maybe the wind shall see your wish

And catch you up, to that blue sky

To sit upon the clouds

And breathe the air of that higher place

And open your eyes to see

The birds flying all around

Laughing, singing, you shall fly

Upon the breeze, into the sun

And watch, as faithful moon comes again

To watch over this fragile earth

And suddenly you wake, and find

That it was naught but fantasy

A dream, so beautiful

You weep to let it go

Will you sleep forever, wasting away,

Searching for that golden dream?

So that you might taste the air of that blue sky once more

Even for but a moment?

Or will you stay here, and search for some better truth

Searching with eyes unclouded and wide open

And perhaps, find a promise of a forever when you shall taste something more glorious?

Will you watch the birds till then?