She is a small bird,

Flying high in the air,

Looking among the land,

But when she sees that there’s not more than chasing leaves,

She begins to crave for some adventure.

She keeps flying but finally falls,

Landing on the ground,

And once she lands,

She looks at herself in the pond below,

And begins to think why try to fly,

I am just a small bird,

But under those golden feathers,

There is more than she can see,

For through chasing leaves she doesn’t lose her integrity,

She finally notices I am not just here on this earth to chase leaves,

I am here for a reason,

I am no small bird,

 I have the ability to fly free.