flight of the bird

Magesticlly,
The bird takes flight
Trusting the sky
Leaping towards the earth
Embracing its nature

Gliding softly
Feeling the cool breeze
Sweep through its wings
The bird soars higher
Ascending to glory

The flight is as treacherous
As it is beautiful
Leaving all possibilities to chance
Allowing all possibilties to happen

Through the rush of the winds
The bird flies strong and true
Pushing forward to reach its goal
Flying towards its freedom

When its wings cannot withstand the treachery
The wings collapse
Allowing a descent into chaos

Calmly
The bird collects itself
Embracing the feeling of falling
Opening its wings once again
Soaring above its unrequited reliance of hope

Through the horrors of its journey
The bird fights forward
To fly higher in its glory
In its triumphs over life