I watched the birds a while today
from sky to branch then ground and back,
and listened as they sang all day,
their song as if they had no lack.

Their tapered wings swept back in flight
skimming the grass and waters close,
then banking up into the heights,
Swallows in a heavenly host.

They do not seem to hesitate,
nor fear anything as they fly,
do not question, as they tempt fate.
And so I wonder, why do I?

M. Zane McClellan

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