tales of Suchita

With the sky above me
watching over my maiden flight
With the sun and the clouds
playing hide and seek with me
With the wisdom of the winds
flowing withing my bones
let me fly, fly high in the sky.

With the grass below my claws
holding me steady and firm
with the trees in the orchard
promising sweet sleep once I return
with the warm waters of the river
a respite on my wind-cold wings
let me fly, fly high in the sky.

With my teacher’s wings
hovering above me
showing me I am safe
and nothing can go wrong
as I embrace my one true home
beyond the mortal world
let me fly, fly high in the sky.

With my wings spread wide
welcoming naughty caresses
winds that push, clouds that brush
yelping in delight
as my mind stills and my body stretches
finding the currents of the heavens
let me fly, fly high in the sky.

The ascend soon becomes the descend
as I approach the thundering roar of my brethren
trumpets, fire, earth and water, each telling me
nothing compares to your first flight
and yet after every flight must come the landing
so I may remember to enjoy
the whispers of my wings as they still and rest.

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For Letter F, written as part of #BlogchatterA2Z