In fields of green and skies so blue, a bird man soared, his wings anew. Feathers soft and eyes so bright, he flew with grace, a wondrous sight.
With every beat, he reached new heights, a master of the open skies. His wings were strong, his heart so free, he sang a song of liberty.
His flight was wild, his spirit free, a bird man he was meant to be. With every dive and every turn, he left our world, and flew to learn.
His home was in the clouds above, a place of peace, a place of love. The winds were kind, the air so clean, a world of wonder, yet unseen.
The bird man flew, his soul so pure, his heart ablaze, forevermore. He spread his wings, he took to flight, a bird man soaring in the light.
-Scott Leopold
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