Is This The Right Video - ? language arts project - Hopefully hd

O feathers destined Not to tree meadow or combat, or to the atrocious ground or sweatshop, but to the conquest of a transparent fruit! I celebrate the sky dance of gulls and petrels attired in snow I participate in their velocity and repose, in the pause and haste of snow. What flies in me is manifest in the errent equation of those wings O wind aside the black candor's iron flight in the mist! Whistling wind that transposed the hero's murderous scimitar: you receive the harsh flight's blow like a coat of armor plate, repeat its menance in the sky until it all becomes blue again. The flight of dart, every swallow's mission, flight of the nightingale and its sonata, the cuckatoo and its showy crest. Hummingbirds flying in a looking glass stir sparkling emeralds, and flying through the dew the partridge shakes the mint's green soul. I, who learned to fly with every flight of pure professors in the woods, at sea, in the ravines, on my back in the sand, or in dreams, remained here, tied to the roots, to the magnetic mother, the earth, lying to myself and flying only within, alone in the dark A plant dies and is buried again, man's feet return to the terrain, only wings evade death. The world is a crystal sphere, if he does not fly man loses his way-- cannot understand transparency. That is why I profess unconfined clarity and from the birds I learned passionate hope, the certainty and truth of flight.