Feeling the wind and not fighting the direction,
Spreading my wings to soar through the sky.
Flying solo and finding my way,
Guided by stars and dreams.
Sunlight breaks through the dark,
Warming the chill from the night air.
With the light comes hope
And a path that can only be felt
For it is traveled on the wind.
There is no way of knowing what comes,
Only learning to fly through,
Gliding through the soft winds and breezes
While enduring the rough turbulence and storms.
Navigating these are the most difficult
Learning to dive and pull up so as not to crash.
Dodging and weaving to find the way out of the clouds.