Once upon a time,
There was a tiny bird, coloured in lime. As I saw him trying, his courage filled the very heart of mine.
He was trying to fly,
O'ver the mountains, he wanted to go high.
So he got started with his tiny wings,
But he was having mood swings. Fixed to that rock with a glue, Chances for him to fly seem very few.
As he saw his siblings flying with joy,
It made his heart to cry.
Then suddenly, His soul burnt out like fire!
He wanted to leave behind his apprehensive attire.
Didn't think about what here or what there,
He jumped off the cliff without a care.
He realized that he was, Falling down towards the ocean.
But he didn't want this, To be the end of his mission.
So he put all the resolve and resolute to get high,
And Oh! He began to fly.
He was moving around like a storm,
In his soul, a new light was born. His brothers & sisters were so surprised to see, The play and mirth of nature's glee.
He was so happy that he won the fight,
His spirit was filled with joy, with delight.