I am but a bird,
not daring to leave its nest.
I sense I have wings,
But I never put them to the test
The nest is too small,
Has been so for years
I look at the sky I long for
And it brings me to tears
My creator in heaven
Calls me to experience flight
My creators on earth,
Warn me of gravity‘s might
Just a leap of faith,
And I would be flying soon
It smells like freedom
But it scares like doom
How shall I learn something,
Which my parents could not?
How to forgive them for cooping me up?
When the nest is all that they got
Why is the sky so empty?
If flying comes natural to us
So much fear, so few courage
No wonder the world seems sus
I see an albatross, majestic
I wonder what his life is like.
I want to reach out and ask him,
How was it before your first flight?
© 2025 by Peter Ihme