In a sea of white, so vast and wide, A lone bird soars, no place to hide. Its wings outstretched, it claims the sky, A fleeting speck where dreams can fly. No borders bind, no paths constrain, It dances free above the plain. The silence hums, the world feels still, Yet freedom whispers: “Fly, you will.” A moment caught, a breath, a pause, The bird, the sky—no need for cause. In endless white, its shadow’s grace, Marks the beauty of empty space.