Beyond the Branch

The wind whispers tales of soaring high,

Of eagles carving arcs through open sky.

A fledgling heart, with dreams untold,

Beats wild with hope, and visions bold.

But lessons etched in storm-wrought gray,

Shape wings that tremble, then find their way.

To trust the fire that burns inside,

And ride the winds we once denied.

A branch may beckon, close and kind,

A cradle formed for peace of mind.

But tempests tear what once was true,

And safety snaps where comfort grew.

So learn to soar, though skies are wide,

With open heart and anchored stride.

Embrace the vast, the wild unknown,

And make the boundless skies your own.

For freedom calls — a quiet plea,

Beneath the stars, above the sea.

To fly alone, yet never fall,

And find your wings — beyond it all.