Wings of Fire

Fly high; Oh dear one, fly high

It is about time you realize

Your true calling is in the skies

For far too long, you have chosen to rest

Cozying up to the confines of your nest

You fly when you wish to please yourself

But that doesn't cease life's longing for itself

Vaulting to gorge on every fruit is your want

While soaring towards the sun is worth a vaunt

So go on beyond your desires mundane

To figure out what is truly germane

Easier said than done you may say

But lazying is hastening your doomsday

Overcome the moments of inaction on the lowly tree

With verve and vitality, you must spring free

To live life is to fly high

Once in a while heaving a sigh

For the journey will bring rosy adulation

And also its fair share of tribulation

Thrusting you against the gust,

The downpour or scorching heat and dust

It is the devout submission to conditions tough

That bring forth a diamond in the rough

So flap those Wings of Fire

Against all of life's ire

Fly high; Oh dear one, fly high