Learning To Fly Again

I watched a small bird today as he flittered in laughter and danced in play.

The cool morning sun struggled and fought to wipe away the tears in its eyes.

The clouds fought back casting their gloom and haze, but the sun did win, and begun to shine.

I watched still the small bird on my decks railings continue to dance and play.

He would not be deterred neither by the sun nor gloom of approaching rain.

He was still going to sing his song and share with the world the beauty of life this day.

I thought about the brevity of his little life when in comparison to mine.

Yet he worried not about his tomorrow, he just sang and danced in this day and time.

Why not me thought I?

Why should I not be like this small bird of which I spied, why should I wait for tomorrow?

Why should I not sing and dance THIS day and laugh my way past the clouds of sorrow?

Life is too short to sit around and complain…to short not to laugh and sing each and every day.

Yes, I watched a small bird this day and for a brief flitting moment he watched me.

A glint of light shone forth from his tiny eye; he sang once more and with a quick nod took to the sky.

I then from my chair arose and followed suit…I walked out on the deck and I too spread my wings this day and learned to fly.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/25/2012