Blue Bird Soaring High
A quest on a test
I should do my best
corners from East to West
efforts are worth the conquest.
In a solitary flight
I only go by a certain height
farther up I might
but fear in my heart so tight.
One fiery butterfly passes by
flying far above so high
looking up at it I heave a sigh
how I wish to give it a try.
Flipping down to my altitude
it's wings manifest of great fortitude
a smile perking me up from solitude
I can't help but express my gratitude.
Flying in stride side by side
carefree, no rules to abide
it described how space so wide
further telling me I could never hide.
Sharing all about my fears
everything's over but tears
it claims that no creature without smears
giving assurance all I need are but shears.
Birds fly low it pointed out
when bad weather's brewing a clout
but reason overrules any doubt
only needs determination to go about.
We fly in muted silence
I muse within how to make the difference
so easy it's words hit my mind to convince
it's worthwhile gaining self-confidence.
Grateful for the captured moment
of simple perfection and contentment
my heart have unleashed every resentment
giving way to gratitude and emotional fulfillment.
My butterfly friend, forever, I commit
I'll never look back as I see it fit
soaring high; a strange feeling so sweet
by your preceding guidance, I finally made it.
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