We are born in the comfy arms of parents,
Stay safe and nourished, but forget we are tenants.
The home they give becomes our nest,
The comfort it provides, we ask it to remain for rest.
But to fly, we need to move out,
Face the world with open arms, be ready for our first bout.
We will toddle, we will fall but we won’t die,
If the fear of failing is less and the spirit of reaching heights is high.
Crawl, stand, fall, stand again, again fall,
But do not stay on the ground.
This time stand, stand with all your might and start walking,
Now run, and keep on running till you yourself start believing.
The wings will grow as soon as you stop fearing and start believing,
You will fly, you definitely will.