I am many birds

 

I was a young bird

Dreaming of what life would give me

Imagining the day when I fly

 

And then I grew

I watched the mountains and the valleys sing

I thought of their lives

Giving so much and receiving little

Except for what’s important

Which isn’t actually little at all

 

Now I will fly

I lift my strong wings

I sweep and soar over the country I have observed

Observing it once again

 

I talk to many but speak only to some

Stopping to rest in many trees but finding only some suitable for a nest

 

Sometimes I am a social chickadee

Sometimes a silent raven

Often I am the bossy mockingbird

But most times I am the goose that leads the v formation who often forgets that she is not alone

 

I only am content soaring higher

My limber wings bringing me up

There I find what I have searched for

A way to give back

And so I sing

The music filling me

It can be heard from far and wide

 

And so I stop for a minute and listen

Then return to my observation of the world

 

To many other birds I am kind and intelligent

They find my observations a sign of wisdom of focus and drive

But to those who actually listen and actually see

I am a bird of prey

Strong and protective

 

And so I observe

Discreetly swooping in for the kill

Confidently flying higher and higher

And when I am through

I go to the birds that actually listen

I trust in them with a fierce devotion

And in return

They trust me