Her wings constantly flapping,
eager to bring her someplace new.
Her feet skimming against the seawater
as she flies too low over the ocean.
Her eyes always on the look out
for the next adventure.
She might always fly too far,
farther than she'd planned to.
But inside she knows
that she'll never be lost.
For he is her home,
the north which her compass
always points to;
and at the end of each journey,
her heart will always guide her
back to where home is.
Outside the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning...
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