For my bird,

the wind brushes against my skin,
a single chill goes down my spine.
i look up, hoping to find a cloud to cover the sun from burning my eyes.
no clouds,
just overwhelming light i want to run from.
the tips of trees glow,
the dew on the grass glistens.
as i sit under the shadow of a tree i think to myself,
the skies are so frightening,
i'll never be up there,
out there,
spreading my wings.
i close my eyes to hide from it all,
hoping to open them to a new sky.
to my surprise, i opened my eyes to a change.
i lost my breath and stumbled as i watched the most peculiar bird soar up past the trees and into the sky above me.
no fear was visible,
no doubt,
and no hesitation held it back.
i wished to be that bird,
i wished to have that tenacity.
i held out my hand to be it's perch,
and i stared so far into its eyes,
i saw you deep down inside the midst of piercing green.
you catch my breath for me,
since i'm unable to speak.
but instead of staying put,
you flew up into the sky.
it took me just a minute to realize why.
you fly so high, so proud, so strong;
everything i'm not.
i smile.
the skies can be so clear, you show me.
i don't need clouds to hide me,
i need you, to watch over me.
the first time i spread my wings,
you watch me.
i can be a bird,
i can be like you,
i can be for you.
you push me to the edge of my brances,
and off i go.