Voice of a nightingale,Beautiful as a swan
But only a chick hatched ;From its shell.
Feathers so fragile to fly across the sky
Was she ready to face the wind?
No, yet she wanted to fly
As she longed for it.
Mr. Wind had happened to pass by,
Watched the bird learn to fly
He offered help , told her
'come fly with me sweet bird,
Trust in me as I show you the world
Don't need your wings , I'll carry you'
Without a second thought she took off with Him
Amazed at what she saw out there
She thanked Mr. Wind
But what she didn't know about Him was that
A wind can be a gale
For he had intended to be the squall
He grew stronger and stronger
She became more and more frail
And as they neared the mountain
Williwaw rose up within him.
She fell on the ground
Oh yes,she fell!
The trees surrounding her caught up in fire
Burning her; asking for help
But sometimes a wind is just a wind
Leaving her to blaze,facing the mountain
She didn't know who she was
She lost herself..
As she turned to ashes
She remembered her Mama
Realised she was more
Than what she thought she is
Reduced to dust ,
On surface of earth
Something changed within her
For she looked back on her mama and her compadres
Like the phoenix , rising from the ashes
To an eagle , steadfast
Soaring high up above the sky
Celebrating one year to a bird set free!
