I watched as the bird took its first step
It fluttered its tiny wings
Then, it transitioned through the days
To flying for a moment and then for seconds
Eventually, it was minutes
Promoted by its mother, the baby bird
Grew more assured each day
I was happy to witness its development daily
As the bird progressed, I knew that one day
And that one day happened, without a doubt
That it would fly away and not return
I think about that tiny bird just learning
And then suddenly taking flight
I see that little bird in the people I meet
Who learn, grow stronger, and adapt
Unlike the bird, I share with them on their almost in flight journey
Where they go from shaky to steady
And eventually, whatever that purpose is or passion
They fly – and fly so high into the sky
They may return to visit and if not
I recall the memory of their first steps
The wonder. The excitement
I am lucky to have shared in their new discovery
Photo by Håkon Helberg on Unsplash