Only birds - with their strong wings - understand.

With the promise of blue skies, they soar.

With the wreckage of rain, they carry on.

With the whispers of winds, they sing songs of hope that carry atop wavelengths of brisk air.

Only birds - with their strong wings - understand.

From the second they are swept out of their nest, the wind catches their wings. Within seconds, flying freely becomes not only their instinct but their promise of life. As the ground seems to be crashing towards them, the slight stretch of their wings sends them soaring towards the sun. The ground is not their home. The sky is their playground.

They aren't afraid to fall, because with their strong wings they soar.