It takes so long to learn to fly.
To find you have wings to soar on
and the wind to carry you.
To perfect it
soon comes naturally
and you glide gracefully.
So, you've found your spirit.
It takes you to the heavens,
these new found abilities
and you use them
because it is what you know now.
But each feather you take for granted
and you grow weary.
Dreams becom obsolete
and your spirit softens.
So, what do you do
when your feathers fall from your body
and the breeze carries them away?
Lay upon the cool grass to set your spirit free
or pray the breeze brings your feathers back to you?