In the gray sky, where clouds drift free, birds soars high, in silent spree. With wings that dance, in rhythmic grace, it seeks a view, a timeless space.

The world unfolds in patterns clear, through eyes of bird, no veils, no smear. A tale of life, both vast and grand, seen through the lens of feathered land.

So let us learn, from this bird's flight, To see the world, in purest light. For in its gaze, there lies a clue, to cherish every crimson hue.

Digital Drawing
4000x5500 px
2024