A Poem For Your Thoughts

I Hope You Soar

From the sound of gentle tapping,

To the song of chorused flapping,

I have listened since your birth,

To all the sounds of joy and mirth,

Coupled with distraught and fear,

When your feathers naught appeared,

Still I listened to the tunes,

Whistled warbled calls and croons,

All the while you look and pray

To the sky and coming day,

So you might take to flight,

And go against accursed plight,

Fly young one with all your might,

Your wings are bare but heart alight,

Find your way to grandest height,

Glimpse the world in joyous sight,

Cry your triumph still in dreams,

To echo forth like conquered screams,

You know of pain and suffered long,

Its time you flew and sang your song.