As I am

I hear chirps
I wonder if she sees the sun go up
And try to sing
Her rythm is off
Resembling a random fling
It's an echo of a passionate routine
So bizzare, notes all fluffed up
Still the melody is one of the ones
Of those with a certain ring

I wonder if it's a signal to fly
To take off, she must leave her Nest
They say home is where heart is
So was all the hard work she did..
Was all that just a random jest?
Maybe she'll come back
Or she'll find somewhere she belongs
Home is where heart is, they say
Is it the sky?
I try to see where she'd gone
One look at her
And she's soaring through the sky
With her wings as her pride,
Her flight smells of freedom
The scent is so strong..
That I can see it through my eyes wide
And hear her song with my ignorant conscious
But without looking down she asks me
Can I feel it,as I am?
All I can feel is..
The soothing gust of morning wind
And the whispers of its travel far down
To tell me the answer i seek
That She knows where she belongs
That the nests could be a million
But the Sky is one..
Home is where heart is, it whispers
She knows where hers is..
And after the glory I witnessed
It's not hard to see
Still I ask myself
In awe, and In anguish
"Can I feel it, as I am?"