Why do birds, always fly,
Before they SEE the morning light,
When its time, to stay alive,
She'll be over, flying across the sky,
So somethings remain, a mystery,
And everything remains, seasonal,
Before we learn to fly,
Forever willing, to set US free,
If WE go,
Deep in the sea, of endurance,
SEE eagles feeding, in the desert,
Following the desires of our heart,
We are all TOGETHER, surviving each moment,
As we begin to BREATHE, in the present,
The wisdom that we BELIEVE, in time,
To stay focused, always only on the prize,
So we start to RISE,
Before we all learn to fly,
Moments of time wasted, waiting to realize,
Life is full of pleasure and desire,
If you surrender only to the vision,
And nothing lasts forever,
When its time to choose, the right way,
So we defend our actions and live right,
For every weak feather, will soon fly,
If all it does, is to try,
As we all wait for the moments,
Before we learn to fly.

Courtesy. . . HENNESSY