Flying

Pretty little bluebird, smiling

Soaring in the big blue sky

Today he finally has his turn

This day he will learn to fly

Excitement overtakes him

As he gains the speed to soar

His feathers flowing in the breeze

As he fears to fly no more

Up and down, high and low

As fast as he can go

The fun he is having for now, it seems

There is something else to know

He must have overlooked it

As he learns to fly first hand

The thing that comes most needed

Is to know just how to land

So he sees the thing that he must do

As he eyes the branch below him

Drift ever slowly as best he can

Take hold to catch this limb

Ever closer he comes to time his grip

As now he begins to grin

For surely he has it right this time

Oooops he missed again