The Birds

The sun shines so radiantly, shines down on me.
I bathe in its warmth and in that short moment, I know what elation feels like.
The brilliant rays wash away my fears, wash away my tears.
I am whole again.
I tilt my head back and speculate the endless blue that blankets the world.
I close my eyes and imagine what it feels like to be a
Bird flying in the air without a care for the world,
without a single string of stress,
without the weight of society.

A joy, it seems.
To feel the wind splash over my body,
Adrenaline coursing through my veins,
I can almost imagine it now. I look down at the colorful ants--
Oh how I wish to join them--
And I begin to lean forward.

Forward.
Forward.
And I fall.

Fall like a meaningless leaf from an autumn tree,
Fall into oblivion.
I close my eyes and it draws me to my
 recurrent dreams and I am flying,
flying like a bird that I have long envied.
My arms extend and I feel the relentless wind
pushing me up and gravity
pulling me down.
A faint smile tugs at my lips;
I've never felt better.