28 APR 2019 AT 13:52

Just spread your wings and fly high,
There might be no one to hear your cry.

You know it too that the winds are tough,
You need to have patience without getting huff.

You look down and feel frightened,
The skies are there, to keep you enlightened.

Sea's would be happy to sail your shadow,
So there's no point for you to feel low.

Sand is happy, asking you to keep the good work on,
Or else before you could cherish success you will be gone.

Believe me to make it a try,
After all you are born to live, not to die.

- Woven wings