It started with a wish to stand ,
And to see what really was on  top ...
That eagerness to be a bit more tall,
That soon led to a flippety flop...
Oh I remember that tipsy fall
That would bring everyone on their knees
For Hugs and kisses it would always call
And the tears it would surely appease...
But what nobody really knew was
That the fall did not really  hurt .
No one understood that the actual cause
Was the inability to dart.
Soon this swagger became a stride
And also managed a few taps
And then it turned  into sweet pride
As it made them bring on those claps!
From then on there was no looking back;
with falling down, I was done,
Now I had mastered every knack
To not just walk but also run..
My love for running had thus begun
And it will never really fade ....
As I look back I realize how much fun
It was ..a journey worth  made....  
Now with every trail I run with ease
I laugh at how it all began with falling.
I thank Him to have made me feel the breeze,
And feel glad to have answered my calling..