How do I fly mother?
These whispering leaves always beckon me to soar my wings,
Deepening in the clouds and thriving into its might.
Do you care if I take a flight?
And dive into my dreams tonight.
Do you care if this dream comes true?
And believe in me when I say that it was all that I want.
I do want to fly out of this bright window.
It gives me hope to see those tales you told me as a kid.
Remember that I always hopped out of the room,
Like a silence and you caught me climbing up the tree.
So, today when I see the wind call my name,
I want to go.
Not farther from you, but closer to my dreams,
that you knit in my mind, like the harmony of breezy chimes.
So I soar and I fly, even though you are worried tonight.
For, it was always my love for the whiteness in clouds that made me cry.
Cry for a brighter white and smile for a deeper blue of the sky.
So come mother, make me your tale that you’d narrate to yourself.
As the mother of the fierce flying girl, only nurtured in your lap.