Flying away

 It's a miracle,

soaring above in the sky,

watching tiny structures below,

feeling the force of the wind...

sometimes struggles, sometimes supported,

as they rides with its flow.

This is a vast open space,

uncharted, unexplored, 

but then like a magic,

or blessing of the divine...

they spread their wings,

flying towards their freedom.

A fruit of evolution,

at every stage of being,

with different methods,

to achieve their dreams...

and they reach new heights,

away from dangers and constraints. 

Their sense of freedom,

put others at envy,

watching their awe inspiring feats,

as they sail over me...

be it birds or bats,

every time it's a surprising act.

So, I wondered,

just how they feel?

when they could travel every place,

be the land, mountains or oceans...

beyond their exhausting flapping,

of birds or insects hovering over me.

When their world opened up,

they could go anywhere unhindered, 

gliding over the clouds,

or floating on the sea...

to be free of the chains,

as they keep flying away.