I wish humans were on better terms with birds. Imagine if we were, birds wouldn’t fly away from us, but instead would walk to us in confidence, the one you find from friendship. Then the birds wouldn’t be so frightened to tell us the secret of flying. Is it hope? Is it magic? Or is it simply that their minds are not weighed down by the pressures of society? If I knew the secret of flying, I would fly away and never come back.