Wandering bird, flying the heights
Unaware of the beauty, which in the below lies.
From the horizon it witnessed the ground,
Also negligent of the environment around.
The wind made allies with the bird,
Just to give direction to its flight.
It moved the bird higher up lower below,
Just for it to feel the beauty in the hollow.
The wind cautioned the bird,
Of the tornadoes and storms.
It also taught, how to
Tackle it n be at it norms.
With every flap of its wings,
The bird grew stronger.
Its perception broadened to,
The world which was yet a stranger.
It now had learnt that,
It just knew to sail but not to fly.
And now, it wanted to fly;
High up and deep below,
Unleashing the beauty of
Every nook and corner of the globe.
When suddenly the wind ceases....