I am me. I am strong and I know that the other birds know that. I’m a blue-gray dove. I soar high and my wings grow wide. But the others speak with sorrow and regret. I stay strong. My brain and heart tell me to be positive. This is how I make the world a better place.

My wings fly higher than jungle trees, higher than, the world can ever imagine. I soar past the sun and smile at the moon. When I soar past the other birds, they are still sad, and broken winged. In their minds the city is still. But they haven’t gone to the moon and back. They haven’t breathed the air that the mountains provide. Their wings are aging, and they still don’t live their life to the fullest. But I do… Because I think positive.