There was a bird, she wanted to fly. The earth kept her grounded but she sought just the sky. Her wings didn’t sprout. Each day she waited. Alone looking up. What glorious a day! To fly. The bird waited and waited. All she wanted was the sky. Amidst all the loneliness she felt free looking up at the sky. Then one day she stopped looking and waiting. The earth was all that’s left. The bird felt clipped and chained. Then she woke one day, as the sun shone bright, her feathers burst out like light. Big and blue, she looked like the sky. Patience is a virtue, hope springs inside.