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Try After Try Ian Glennon

The sun’s golden rays peaked into the nest, Branches shake at the rhythm of the breeze. As a little, fluffy bird wakes from rest, Looking at the sight of the gnarled trees. Shaking his wings, getting ready to fly, But he is overwhelmed, trying to stall. Standing on a branch, as a bird goes by, He jumps high, he flies, but only to fall. Once again, the bird gets ready to soar, Hoping to feel the wind under his wings. Again he falls, yet better than before, But does not quit to see what his life brings.

We’re all a bird, first we learn how to fly, Try after try, we can soar through the sky.

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