Fly, little bird, fly

by Brianna G. Harte

Thinking of a lovely thought

draws out a little bird

yearning to fly,

to soar high into the sky.

Flap, little bird, flap.

Don’t go hide.

Let your feathers shimmer in the sun’s beams.

Don’t focus on those

saying you cannot

for they pull you down.

No, go fly.

Wherever you want to go, go.

If you want to be the lead

of the V for winter,

never think less of yourself.

With willpower, what says you can’t?

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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