Friend hawk, play that current for both of us.
Circle high and gently drift with grace.
View the richness of the country side.
I so envy you.
Pity me with feet glued to the ground.
I will fly, if you but tell me how.
Who taught you to fly?
Did you know you could learn?
Can you remember not knowing how?
And did you know fear?
Can you learn to fly when thinking about it?
Or did you just fly?
If I am to learn from you,
you need to tell me these things.
Do you remember crashing on the first flight?
What did your parents say when you crashed?
Now you fly without effort.
Flying is a part of you.
You are flight.
But how did you learn?
Can you teach me?
I too want to fly and gently glide.
If I am to learn,
must I be a hawk?
To fly like you I would change.
I wish to fly more than to be what I am.
For there are heights
where you circle
that I must achieve.
Or perhaps I must wait until I have
wings of my own.