A little yellow bird sat on a rusty cage scared and all alone,
A passing child pitied the little yellow bird and unlocked its cage,

Encouraging and cheering the little bird to fly, fly away,
“Come on little bird fly, spread your wings, take flight,”
“The shackles have melted away, you are free”

Yet the little bird was hesitant, what was stopping the little yellow bird?
Was it fear, or was it simply that it couldn’t spread its wings and fly?

The little bird shifted in place, worry coming in place,
The insecurities spread like poison consuming its mind,
“Can I really fly, and soar across the sky,”
“Can I really be, above any sea,”
“Can I really fly away, spread my wings at last, and see the world pass behind me?”
These questions rang loudly in its ear

“Yes, you really can little bird, fly, fly away,”
“Let your heart be your compass, to the new life you are about to take,”
“Spread you wings, that will help you sail”
“You are truly free”
The little boy words, cheered the little bird, insecurities fading away,
And finally the little bird spread its wing,
And with one swift motion, took its flight

Michelle Dubon