For us, 
the ground is a cage
Our natural inability to sprout wings and fly cage us down to the ground 
but you, 
you’ve sprouted wings. 
Now you’re soaring high above us all, 
but that’s still not good enough for you
The you who’s soaring high above, the sky is your cage
Your capabilities, 
Your dreams, 
Your potential is limitless, 
no one can catch up to you my dear
One day,
even when you surpass that sky cage, 
I know you won’t stop 
but promise me, 
once in every while,
stop by and take a rest on my branches.