Flying Southward

I am a bird.

I am a bird flying southward.

I am in a flock of similar birds. We all fly south.

I fly south in the hopes that what I find there will be safe and warm.

There I hope to find a place among all the other birds.

The birds around me are all beautiful and majestic. Some more than others.

Colors, there are amazing colors in their wings.

They long to spread their wings and show the hidden colors

Colors dull and vibrant and majestic.

I am like the majestic birds in the sky. 

I follow instinct which tells me that when it gets cold, flying south will take me to a better place.

I am flying towards a world that will accept that one little bird, hidden among millions, and see the colors in my wings.

My colors are hidden in my feathers.

My wings are stretching.

I want to show the world my colorful feathers.

I am a majestic bird.

I am a bird flying southward

I am a bird- not unlike all the other birds.

I am Flly South.