Flying

If I could fly then I would see
How petty the world can be
Soaring through clouds o’er  mountain tops
Unbound and finally free

To see the beauty in which we live
This breaking heart would swell
Seeing what we have been given
Yet never do we treat it well

As I land I would take with me
The beauty I have seen
Spreading it far across the land
Sharing where I have been

Stoic Poetry

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