In the early morning light
A blush of red kissing the sky,
I caught a glimpse of a pair of black wings,
Wings of a tiny bird learning to fly.
Swaying in a silent rhythm,
She dodges a tall tree;
Her endeavour to soar higher,
Effortless as the ebb and flow of sea.
In the early morning light
Walking by the groves,
Dew drops playing at my toes,
Memories of childhood tantalizing my mind;
I glance at the vastness above,
To find once again,
Those steady tiny wings
Cutting across the sky.
In the early morning light
When seized by moments of darkness,
The dew is in my eyes;
I can see the contour of two wings
Gliding past a deeper shade of sky.
And while it tries to reach higher,
There I stand
Looking at them,
Those tiny wings...
That taught me to
Move on...
To dream...
To fly high...
