Spread Wings

There she lies perched on the highest branch,
In an endless nest of fond memories.
Her condition pristine, lacking any sign of blemish,
The silver glowing through the dark of the night.
To most it is just what it seems,
Another fowl in the passing.
But to me she is a beacon,
Of what my blood has foreseen.
A prophecy of greatness,
The potential this little sparrow carries.

The image of this crested bird,
As she readies herself.
Prepared to jump and soar through the air,
Acknowledging it won’t be easy,
But with her fully fledged wings she takes the plunge.