Flight

Those who have wings

Shall  fly

Some of us

Who are grounded

Grow wings

And learn to fly

Those who crawl

Move only a little about

That's all

Birds who fly in formation

They look so elegant

 And captivating is their flight

There are some birds

Who leave the group

And try something new

They have the zeal

And much steel

To go on a different trajectory

There are a few

Less than a few

Who go up and up

In the rarefied air

Enduring and struggling

And reach the higher of the heights

Likewise it is with men

When they march in formation

It is a sight to watch

There are some of them

Who soar high

To pluck the stars

We are the torch

And they its flame

When we go

Where goes the flame

Our world stands lifted

And it is no longer the same!