birds landing

(Verse 1) A twirl, a tilt, the world takes flight, Spinning on currents, bathed in light. Faster now, the ground below, A painted map in constant flow. Wind beneath, a dizzying grace, As earthly lines begin to erase. (Chorus) Spin, spin, spin 'til I touch the breeze, Then settle softly through the trees. And when I land, with feathered gaze, Lift up and see the sun's bright maze. (Verse 2) The edges blur, a hazy sweep, As solid forms begin to sleep. Nothing rigid, sharp, or defined, Just shifting hues, a world entwined. The air itself, a liquid dream, Where what is real, is not what it seems. (Chorus) Spin, spin, spin 'til I touch the breeze, Then settle softly through the trees. And when I land, with feathered gaze, Lift up and see the sun's bright maze. (Bridge) Though landmarks melt in airy dance, A boundless beauty holds its chance. No rigid lines to hold me fast, Just open skies, forever vast. (Chorus) Spin, spin, spin 'til I touch the breeze, Then settle softly through the trees. And when I land, with feathered gaze, Lift up and see the sun's bright maze. (Outro) The spinning stills, wings gently fold, A vibrant world, in stories told Through softened edges, light, and air, A bird's eye view, beyond compare.