A flow of thoughts

I am alone.
I perch high on the tree
and I watch the world work around me.
Constantly looking up and admiring me,
but always hesitant to let me fly over them.
I am alone.
I see the sky.
I look and I feel the surge of the galaxy,
swirls of life,
Ebb and flow,
I feel it live, and I take it in,
I see the sky.
I have grown old.
My heart is weathered,
beaten and battered.
I find myself losing to an unending battle.
I would very much like to
share my heartbeat again,
I have grown old.