Take the leap,
Wind whispers to the fledgling
perched on branch’s end.
Everything you need to know
has already been taught
and lives in each cell of your being.
Let me carry you, dear one.
Lift you.
Transport you in the rise and fall
of my rivers.
Should you grow weary,
we will stop and rest a while
in the hands of mother oak,
until you are ready to soar again.
Should you become parched
from calls of jubilation or fear,
streams and dew drops
will quench you.
Should you lose your way,
long shadows across green meadows
cast by the setting sun
will point the way home.
For this world,
and everything in it,
was designed to see you fly.
This is what you were born to do.
