Sometimes you need to stop,
Wrestling too much for air,
Or flapping your wings too hard.
Sometimes you just need to plant,
Your feet on the branches,
Sit still and grow in the waiting.
Ice cold breeze may bite you off,
but hey, GREAT MOMENTS are
UNFOLDING, little by little
bit by bit.
Don't run with your eyes shut,
Instead, walk, feel the ground,
With eyes wide open,
And grow gracefully in the waiting.