A little bird grew up in the arms of the lord,
while the others found it a comfort,
It felt the arms he hugged it with too tight.
I’m sure that was not the intention.
So it pushed,
It pushed his arms away.
Putting all its strength in,
all its strength so it could breathe.
It was glad,
after years it was free,
the bird escaped from its cage.
But the wind vanished.
Unable to glide it looked for other ways to fly.
The bird was scared,
never learned how to fly else.
Always relied on the wind.
It tried to imitate a plane.
It spread its wings and ran as fast as it could.
But it didn’t get into the air again.
It was exhausted but missed the view.
So the bird started to climb up a tree,
then a hill.
Then it found itself on a huge mountain.
It looked down, it never flew so high, he never got to reach this view.
But it slipped.
Falling from the mountain, it was scared.
It was certain it was going to die,
a panic brew in the little bird.
Before it knew it,
its wings started to move.
And it flew, it glided out of its own strength.
The little bird was still scared, but did not rely on the wind anymore.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
A little bird grew up in the arms of the lord,
while the others found it a comfort,
It felt the arms he hugged it with too tight.
I’m sure that was not the intention.
So it pushed,
It pushed his arms away.
Putting all its strength in,
all its strength so it could breathe.
It was glad,
after years it was free,
the bird escaped from its cage.
But the wind vanished.
Unable to glide it looked for other ways to fly.
The bird was scared,
never learned how to fly else.
Always relied on the wind.
It tried to imitate a plane.
It spread its wings and ran as fast as it could.
But it didn’t get into the air again.
It was exhausted but missed the view.
So the bird started to climb up a tree,
then a hill.
Then it found itself on a huge mountain.
It looked down, it never flew so high, he never got to reach this view.
But it slipped.
Falling from the mountain, it was scared.
It was certain it was going to die,
a panic brew in the little bird.
Before it knew it,
its wings started to move.
And it flew, it glided out of its own strength.
The little bird was still scared, but did not rely on the wind anymore.
