Learning to Fly

Among so many weird things grow these wonderful wings

Deepest in the greatest treasures lie these magnificent feathers

I've seen so many leave the mud, use their wings to escape the flood

And fly through the rain unlike a dove, only to drown from above

I see trees growing shorter in this rising water

Not quite content perched on a fence, in my defence

It was too unstable to strive to be able

To use these wings to soar, explore the world that I adore

I've spent so long as a fuzzy chick, gazing to the sky

Now that I have my wings, who will teach me how to fly?