Birds moving swiftly in the air,
Regardless of the stiff wind that couldn’t bear.

The innovative craze for the immature,
The parents give strength and make them assure.

With no practice, they start a flight,
Forgetting the fear reach the uppermost height.

We can do what ever we want,
Memorize it that we don’t haunt.

The immature are now matured and independent,
Live, and will become for their infants a flight attendant.

Ameera Aidrus

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