I marvel at the simplicity of sparrows spinning.
Harrowing acts of flight knowing the currents.
Terms such as drag, updraft, things I know nothing of.
Yet here they come and go not colliding and full,
Full of a beauty that cannot be described.
They dare, dart to spread their wings trusting.
In air, the breath of wind flows through sustaining.
Such a fragile thing, such an incredible feat.
Never a thought in fear, just the trust to do.
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