A bird born Taught to sit From sitting birds before Will sit For what it sees What it hears What it believes Is that birds sit Until one day The sitting bird Sees the soaring bird And everything in a moment Shatters and rebuilds For even a lifetime of sitting Can't stand up To the glorious expanse Of wings no different Seen soaring Touching heaven above A whole new life realized In but a happenstance glance Take the leap Something beyond fear Whispers courageously Sitting isn't what wings Were gifted for
P.s. Here are some of the other poems I sometimes happen to write.