To fly is to let go

The birds wings flutter for the first time

A diagonal or backward line.

Her spread wings, the air pushing her up.

But she slips from the air, although you can't help her backup

Watch in terror as she tumbles

You have to let her learn on her own as her body tumbles.

If you help, she cannot fly dear sparrow

But if you don't I know if she dies you'll blame yourself in sorrow.

It is either to help her and face certain doom

Or to not and watch as she thuds to the ground with a soft boom.

Dear sparrow, I will watch over her until she flies

I will let her stay grounded, even as she dies.

But know this, she will not be taunted by death

She will not be toyed with a predator until her last breathe.

I will not help, nor intervein with her small trials.

But I will take a part of her burials.

But also know this sparrow, she has taken off from the ground,

Her wings and heartbeat in peace have found

the air. Together they caried her upon great wings

over ravines, and rivers, through winds.

Sparrow, your darling dear has made it another year,

so another year you can bear.