When I see you; my bird; starting to spread those wings,
Starting to take a leap, carving those stepping stones on the flowing winds,
I take a pause, stop and admire your beauty in your flight,
I remember it was you who once told me that I am afraid of heights,
As you go higher up on those stairs made on those winds, making that magnificent climb,
My mouth half open, eyes in the sky, with one hand shunning the sunlight and one eye watching your 'soar' so divine,
I see you; my bird; almost touching those clouds, kissing that sun,
If such is the grace and beauty that lies in your soar, I would never wish or pray for your return.
-BeeLikeMakkhi
