The Fledgling

I stand high, free
The sun rains down on me
as I open my arms, palms to the sky
I already know I can fly

I’ve seen you soaring
high above the trees
Your mighty wings overshadowing me,
I’m nurtured, protected

So often, you let me ride on your back
You’ve made it easy
and I see
I’m still standing on your shoulders.

dsh

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