wind

thousands of birds are flying because of admiring the beauty of the sky is so dark graymixed with sunlight that are accompanied by high winds but it did not stop the birds flyingback and surrender to the fore still trying to move forward.Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.The wings, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

I long to be in the Field again, doing my part to keep the old flag up, with all its wings in sky.At morning, when the sky is full of fur and the field is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.he spread wings and gone.A lot of fur don't have a sense of joke.There's nothing wrong with fur shooting  for the sky.I believe I can even yet remember when I touch he furs for the first time.

all the people I did not expect anything but I just hope it continues to wing feathers in my hand as I held you beside me kept.These feathers like yours because you're not angels wingless and shapely.When it's tough, I close my eyes and the moment my dream comes true continue to recall and get up.at the end of fear today too I tremble like a baby bird, would it fall, unable to fly

repeatedly I can do it, can my dream come true.every time I'm fearful, my belief walking step by step again

step by step I jumped to take the wing feathers of a bird that is so perfect.As I’m thinking if it’s going to end like this a fear constantly comes.I’m hesitating but deep inside my heart.There’s an unstoppable beating that drags me forward.My heart is full of fears but it’s an excitement I’m embracing.I am staggering and shaking,but, I step forward towards the dream that I am going to meet some day.