We were once as the breeze is,
Floating fluently,
Unnoticeably,
Above the heads of others.
To our merit,
We may have caused worry,
In the eyes of the lily jumpers.
They didn't want us to turn to wind,
Blowing away what they had.
     Though time does tick,
     And to their credit,
     Maybe the worry was credible.
     It'll be a little harder not to notice we,
     As we've grown a little stronger,
     Than the breeze.