Gliding on thermal,
Floating the air,
All in sight
‍
My cry, oft unseen,
Heralding across acres of Hay,
And quilt of green,
This fine day
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I let go these wings,
Falling to floor,
Finding its place,
I need them no more

You gave me flight,
So thank you,
For letting me fly,
In this glorious light.