Flying under the storm,
Way up high beneath the clouds.
Pushing through the wind
With the smell of rain,
Whistling a sweet tune
For the world to hear.
The clouds may be dull and drear,
But I am warm and gay.
Flying under the storm
My world could be merrier.
Flying under the storm,
My wings will not be weary.
Singing before the rain,
My songs will ring above,
I’m not like the haters below
I am the bird above.
To remind men of some love
I fly and sing aloud,
As I fly under the storm
Our world could be merrier.
~ Peace Nkeiruka M
Nigeria
Good piece of writing
Thanks so much Achinta.