Bird

Oh Great Bird that soars the sky
was long ago too small to fly
and if someone then had said to her
that she would never make it there
she might have given up in despair
and never try to jump up in the air

For how could wings with hardly a feather
ever take her and withstand the weather
and if she had seen others try and fall
she could have wondered about it all

But little bird was bold and brave
willing to risk falling to her grave
her conviction far stronger than her fear
her desire to fly up, to never shed a tear

So she tried and fell down to the ground
strange eyes on her, danger all around
the toil of climbing back up to the nest
to jump again without taking a rest

She could give up, stay down in the dirt
but she tried again, even when it hurt
and so it happened in one of her attempts
a breeze came to her and the sky made amends

She caught the wind, her wings now strong
her body aching from falling for so long
but now she soared and all was well
she felt deep things, too deep to tell

And so Great Bird rose into the skies
flying away from my sad and teary eyes
where would she go, I would never learn
but I’ll keep the lesson she gave me: To Yearn