“Up” sings the bird, and soars higher and higher
Her eyes fixed ahead, her wings grow not tired.
“Look!” caws the flock, as they see her go by
taking to the air to follow her high.
“Free” she hums softly, as she climbs over the clouds
Leaving behind the chains of the crowds.
“Wait!” shouts the flock, as they try to keep pace
Lacking her beauty, her freedom, her grace.
“No” she whispers, with courage and pride
And disappears into the sun, only herself by her side.