I

Neither the mother bird,
Nor the father,
Would have ever,
For a second wondered,
If their baby
Would fly;
They just knew,
That their fledgling
Was born to
Fly –
That his wings,
Albeit tiny,
Would one day
Hold the strength,
To carry their baby
Far away,
And that he
Would not fall,
No matter how tall
The tree,
From which he
Took flight.

II
Every baby
Ever born,
Is but a fledgling
For its kind,
Full of good things,
Hiding within,
Waiting to be
Fully revealed,
When they take flight.
I wish every mind,
Had a light
Glowing within,
A light to guide
The sojourner,
On the path,
The exact path,
That leads
To contentment,
And a heart
Overflowing with peace.

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