Reaching The Summit Of The Sky

Mountain climbers wear insulated garb,
Carry special gear like ropes,picks.
But when birds leave the boughs of trees,
They aren't armed with any gear,only their wings,
As they fly naked into the pristine heavens.

Like mountain climbers, they ascend
the blue mountain called the sky.

Each day, it's as if there's
a new Everest to be conquered,
So high is the trajectory
of their fearless flight.

If i were to ask,Why do you insist on
Reaching the very Zenith of the sky,
I suspect their answer would be
the same as Edmond Hillary's,
"Because it is there."

The mark of a truly great man
Is that he makes what he does look easy.
Likewise,birds fly across the sky,
As though it were nothing special.
So, they truly are gifted creatures.