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The Little Bird Flies
by: Lisiana

Fifteen years ago, today
A little bird had opened his eyes
And, for the first time, he saw the world
The little bird was delightfully surprised
Time went on, and the bird built a cage
The cage, no doubt, his own fear
And the little bird had since then dwelled
Inside the limits of this awful shell
One day his curiosity spoke
Of how magnificent the world was
He reaches out his wing to test it true
And a gentle little wind blew
From day to day, he reached out his wing
And often the wind would blow
Soon enough, he decided to try
With courage he, at first, didn’t know
He spread his wings and broke down the cage
And looked towards the blue sky
With determined eyes, he told himself:
I will fly—
And fly he did.

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Often we think of how cold the water is before we dip into it--
Of how whatever will turn out badly, and of how things could go wrong;
Of how whatever will never be good, and of how things would harm us.
But how do we know that this is all true?
How do we know how things will turn out?
How will we ever learn all things--good and evil?
How will we ever know if the water is cold or warm?
Simple--by trying.

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