Bird

To be a bird
The goal is to learn how to fly
Not to sink down quickly to the ground
 As others walk on by

You must catch the wind
soar and swoops
Doing all these magnificent tricks
above the roofs

Life in any form
Is difficult to navigate
To adapt and change
To avoid unnecessary hate

I like being that bird
If only in my mind
See where the wind takes me
Wherever I go I'll be just fine.