The First Flight

The best thing you could do

Was to let me be.

I was wrong. The best thing you did was to set me free

Free from a cage

A cage I happened to believe

Was a shelter

Free into the clouds of monsoon

The monsoon I was afraid

Could leave my wings Helter-Skelter

Being grown into this "shelter",

This was my first storm.

I think I was scared,

Scared of not staying warm

"Get inside or find a shelter"

The others chirped.

"Well, not anymore. Now, I want to fly"

I twirped.

Took a deep breath and spread my wings

Instead of tearing through the clouds,

I hit the trees of the springs.

Oops! That hurt!

No worry, I am starting to learn.

Slowly, learning to learn

Maybe because I have to, this is where I belong,

For the first time, this is where I am not wrong.