Saturday, January 8, 2011
it's morning, the sun so early...
or just my eyes want it to be,
fresh air in my lungs,
swelling as the sky up there,
preparing for my first flight!!
branches feels so new,
old barks falling though few,
supporting the huge ambitions,
helping me as it knew,
steering me to this flight.
I took my stand, ready to take off..
little wayward but still on path,
wings resist as the gravity calls,
falling in trajectory to the ground..
but I hold on...my rebellious flight.
the wind wails, fierce it becomes,
the sky so blue...reaching the clouds,
everything so different, the freedom exhilarating
feeling the cold, the excitement so more..
and there was I on my fearless flight..
but someone is calling...asking my attention,
my family and friends on my side..asking to return,
"you have done great, now back to home...
its the only place you have to come"
thus ended my first, my own first flight!!