Fly, Little One, Fly

As the setting sun casts its last rays into the evening sky,
you burst after it, fly, little one, fly.

As the waves break upon the sand and the seagulls cry,
you leap to join them, fly, little one, fly.

As the fishermen haul in their catch and lay their nets to dry,
you surge forward and upward, fly, little one, fly.

As the day grows dim and the stars draw nigh,
the wind gently guides you and says, fly, little one, fly.