Birds flying high,
Who taught you to fly?
One moment you were born,
The next, you knew the sky was your playground,
With every flutter of your wing,
You knew you were made for more than this,
More than just being nestled,
More than just sitting on a branch.
Who taught you to soar?
To take great risks,
While throwing caution in the wind,
To sit on high tension cords,
With the world at your feet.
Perhaps flying can’t be taught,
Being your real self can’t be taught,
Being who you’re meant to be in the world can’t be taught,
You just do it!
You just fly!