The Forgotten Fledgling

I’m trying to fledge, but I can’t seem to fly.

Like a raptor perched upon the highest branch of a dead, fallen tree, I wait patiently to seize my opportunity.

This life is so fleeting, like the blossoms of a cherry tree.

My target is as distant yet visible as the stars that glisten in a clear night’s calm sky.

Capture the beauty of each swift moment, like the eagle noticing prey and not hesitating to launch decisively.

I want to feel as serene as wind blowing through tall, dry Summer grass.

Some have, some don’t; some gain, some lose – life is an unfair struggle, like one stronger baby bird pushing its weaker sibling out the nest, while their mother watches without so much as a gasp.

Aggressive inequality is prevalent in my time; we should unclench our fists and help one another to peacefully prosper, like the population of an ant colony.