Once upon a time, there was a little girl…
Who watched the birds fly as their wings curl..
She had to see the world and knew she could try,,
So she sewed a pair of wings and painted it sky…
Once upon a time the kings raged a war,
They snatched away her wings and trapped them in a jar..
They took away the needles and colours of sky,
And shot arrows with the note “Do not dare to fly!”
Once upon a time the arrows broke down,
Music and love surrounded the town..
The little girl learnt to dance and heal sick birds,
And collected their feathers to write afterwards…
Once upon a time the girl found some yarn,
She spun it with the feathers and people begun to warn..
Running through the fields, crying with joy,
She spread her wings and learnt to fly….
I’ve always wished to have wings.. To be able to fly on my own and run my fingers through clouds… I guess we all do.. Right? But what for? What excited Da Vinci’s imagination about the possibility of soaring through the skies that he presented “The flying Machine” to us..? Why did the Wright brothers were so fascinated with the gliders that they changed the course of human civilisation by giving virtual wings for generations to fly.. Was it just a means to travel distances in a shorter period of time or an endless desire to connect.. to connect where we all came from…
Yes, we all came from the same place… Remember? How Adam had to leave his true home.. “The Heavens” in order to make this world a beautiful place.. A new home, a family… But did he forget about the place he belonged to? No..! Afterall, we are all his family too.. Why wouldn’t we wish to fly back…