One Son Flew

One son flew one son fell One son knew the other ...not so well Both were loved both were fledged Both free range birds both led to the edge One son flew... One flew straight away he returns when he can Building his own nest was always part of the plan One son flew... One worries in circles he never really left Afraid of the ledge afraid of the test One son flew... Afraid of the ledge but longing to be free Clinging to the branches of a disappearing tree One son flew ... In order to soar you need to trust your wings It's never really too late to try on different things The coddling can't continue you're really on your own Waiting for the words..... "This bird has flown"