Where I belong
Perched upon the tallest tree, The world below looks small to me. I scan the earth, I watch, I wait, For winds to guide me, paths create. From heights I see both far and near, With pride, yet bound, I linger here. My wings are strong, yet still I bide, Humble in the perch where I reside. For skies aren’t limits, they’re my song— They call me higher, where I belong. - Neha Pandya