Feeling the winds bouncing beneath me,
my golden hair playfully caresses my cheeks.
The air slightly stings my skin,
but the liberation it brings me is the greatest gift.
Flying above all humans' corrupted creations,
I laugh in mirth,
pitying their version of the world.
Finally the cold gray structures of the cities disappear,
giving way to the glorious green of nature.
Soaring through the air,
I shut my eyes peacefully,
fore I have finally found my haven.
Nature.
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