She flew freely in the sapphire skies,
Looking at the spread of turquoise below,
Everything seemed so small from such a height,
Everything seemed to move so slow.
She felt happy basking in the warmth of the sun,
She felt thrilled glowing in the glaze of the moon.
Her friends, her family all in the fun,
Satisfied, she would silently coon.
She taught others to fly like her own,
For those who failed, she taught to try.
With each flight, she had grown.
Dreams in the air, success in the sky,
Her wings scarred, her dreams shattered.
Rising one day she fell straight down,
No friends, no family gathered,
Smiles vanished, remained only a frown.
She lived in the bushes,
Instead of the trees.
She drank from puddles,
Instead of the seas.
She courageously tried to fly in pain,
An attempt all in vain.
With an undeterred hope she still tries,
‘I will not give up’, she silently cries.
Day and night, she beautifully sings,
‘I’ll learn to fly with broken wings!’
