to try and find it there.
I looked and looked and could not find
and soon came up for air.
I climbed the mountains 'cross the land,
dreaming of what could be.
But the misty fog of such great heights
blocked out all to see.
Into a tree I rose and stayed,
gazing at the star-encrusted sky.
It was there that I found my home;
a place where I can fly.
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