Take flight,

Don't sit still,

It'll kill.

Red, feathery, winged with a beak,

He sits on the telephone wire, taut.

Chirp chirp, squeak squeak,

His songs are free, not taught.

He flies free,

Journeys and sails.

Returns to his fleet,

To tell his tales.

He sees much of the world,

More than he was ever told.

He grows like fire,

Flicker, inspire.

He burns and burns,

But never turns,

To amount to the sum,

Of being troublesome.

Fly higher,

Further.

Capture more,

Deeper,

And explore.

The Republic of Wings is never-ending,

Big and bright.

Don't cut your wings,

Take flight.