If I Could Only Fly Dove As it gazed across the

As it gazed across the dwindling expanse of its habitat

a feeling of being one with the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean

casting a warm glow over the water

He would spend the day soaring higher than most

Amidst the sorrow

If I Could Only Fly Dove As it gazed across the"I have never known the feeling of soaring through the skies like the other pigeons. Though white and delicate, my wings have always refused to lift me. While the others glide gracefully above, I stay grounded, watching from below. At first, I longed to join them, feeling trapped by my inability. But then, I began to notice things they seemed to miss. The way the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting soft patterns on the earth, or how the