A wind blew softly,

Rustling your feathers.

Your wings rose slowly,

You breathed in the fresh air.

The freshness of the air on the edge.

That is where you were.

The edge of what was.

The edge of what was to come.

A cliff.

Below you—unknown.

Above you—unknown.

You were on solid ground.

The stone foundation of life.

But not for long.

Not long at all.

Very short.

Too short.

Bittersweet,

That scent carried by the breeze.

But you had to fly,

Courageous at that moment,

Just as you were

From your first breath.

And so your feet left the ledge.

The precipice of pain and hardship,

And with power,

You took flight.

The rain is on the cliff you left,

Never in your sky.

No more limits, no more turbulence,

No more need to fight. 

Magnificent and valiant,

You soar, 

Finally at peace.