The little robin sang, ‘I can’t fly.
Mother, I desire to fly.
But I fear the dreadful descent.
I fear the immeasurable depth.’

The mother robin replied, ‘Fly! For ye shall
Realize the profundity,
For such is your curiosity
Maybe not now but shall regret later.’

The little robin beheld downwards with a terror.
Paced backwards and then sprinted ahead.
Jumped from the branch;
Dived into the unfathomable depth of ocean.
Fluttered his wings intensely yet down he sinks!
Trepidation occupied his delicate heart…

Suddenly, a tender zephyr of the spring held him
And shot him up into the heavens.
Terror turned into delight in an instant,
As he embraced the white cotton with his wings.
Then, the little robin observed his miniature abode
And the enormous world ahead yet to be discovered!