Above The Forest

Above the forest I fly

The urge to rest my wings

But I push on

Oh, how it stings.

At last I stop

Why can’t I fly the best?

My wings never cooperate

I feel like the weakest.

I try again

Wind pushing against me

Saying I will never succeed

But I keep going, wanting to feel free.

The trees swing with the breeze

The sounds so close, yet so far away

Above the forest

I feel like I can fly all day.