A Bird, Flying High

A bird, flying high 

Making it's way across the cold, cruel sky

Any weather, and place

They can bring joy to the saddest face

Singing their song

Singing it together

Makes you want to sing with them forever

A bird, flying high

Making it's way across the cold, cruel sky

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

Oooh I do like this. Repeating the phrase "cold, cruel sky" is very effective.

[Isabelle Howard]

Thank you!
I wrote this in five minutes, should I have taken longer and added more?

[steppenwolf]

Nope.

[Isabelle Howard]

Good.
Hey, when did you start writing?

[steppenwolf]

I began to write in my late 20s but I got really scared at the emotions that came along with being creative. So I didn't write again until I turned 50 in the year 2000.

[Isabelle Howard]

Oh. I started writing when I was..............like, seven? Maybe eight? And now I'm ten. I write every day, and get ideas while I dream at night, so.........yeah.