After my father takes off,
I fly following behind him.
Spreading my wings after years of confinement,
Feeling the airs of freedom,
I see the sun and its inviting rays,
Coaxing me with its cozy warmth,
The heat as comfy as plush slippers to slide into on a bitter winter day.
The moment overcomes me with true bliss and glee,
However bliss and glee pushed all other thoughts out.
I veer towards the sun,
Striving to reach the heavens,
But I’m the foolish trout at the end of the fishing rod,
And the fisherman is my daft mind.
I close my eyes and soar,
Moving closer and closer to my destination.
I grow calm in this tranquil moment,
Feeling as peaceful as a still night where life’s at rest.
I spot my winged father in front of me,
And loosen my arms.
I don’t see death before me,
Hiding behind the rays of sunlight.
It silently creeps out,
And crashing into the ocean,
I am taken by the sea.