when birds fly

when wings spread,
let them go -
let them stretch,
for what other purpose were they made?
none other, than to grip the air and find that even the empty air cannot conquer the fullness
of themselves.

with every embrace of the sweet earth, kiss the sky, bless the sun,
and deliver a final speech, a good-bye party, a letter to the world.

thank you for giving the bones and muscles to help her fly.
thank you for giving them other feathers to ogo with.
thank you for giving them something that makes me somewhat unimportant.