Listen to the wind.

Listen to the sounds carried upon it.

I sneak to my pond that reflects the moon.

I look and listen till it's safe.

Safe to shed this cloth

Safe to spread my wings.

Safe to fly.

Wind blowing threw my hair.

All around me it comforts me.

I can almost feel my mother's touch.

I can almost feel her whisper in my ear.

This is my world.

This is my life.

To fly is the ultimate high.

I pitty the humans.

Not knowing this world.

But I'm here.

Now.

And this is my world.

Death, suffering

They all disappear.

Welcome to my world.