Poem

Take Flight

With wings spread, eager to jump off

the nest to fly, letting go and being free;

for the first time.

With legs in position to catapult into flight,

to fly high and free and wide;

for the first time.

With eyes looking to and fro, fascinated

by the beauty seen, anticipating new heights;

for the first time.

With a heart, beating fast as take-off approaches.

Nervously taking small steps to the edge;

for the first time.

And finally with wings flapping, boldly

leaving safety, the familiar. New, unknown, beauty;

for the first time.

by Sven Stuhrmann