Fly, my little birdie – it’s your time.
I know you aren’t sure if you will fall or soar
You’re standing at the edge, looking at the vast distance below you
And you want to go, but it’s scary – maybe the nest is refuge now, not a prison
I know there may be some stumblings, but you will find the wind again
And if you are ever in a free-fall, I will scoop you on my back and carry you
Until you can fly again on your own
Eventually you will find your valley
And be the queen of all you survey from above
I will see you fly towards the horizon until maybe you are out of sight
And I will know you are going out to find your own place in the world
But you will return sometimes, just to see where your journey began.
I love you – forever – no horizons.