When your feathers start to fall, and you think it’s the end of it all,
I want you to recall, upon the First Fall.
Chirping in your little nest, you had no clue what to do,
But you decided to try your best, you started with what you knew.
You were little then, do you remember when,
All the merry men did ponder then,
About how such a little creature, as yourself,
Had very much a special feature, they’d want themselves,
Your confidence let you soar high in the sky,
This incidence brought their desire to fly.
So I ask you now, to continue,
Take a bow, for it’s all thanks to you,
You have always been an inspiration,
May you always follow your intuition,
So when your feathers start to fall, fret not – this is not your downfall,
Reminisce and recall, upon the First Fall.
©lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)