I have decided to give you back your wings. You go back to where you belong. You expand your manly feathers, heighten up your neck and fly. The sky is all yours now. Those clouds gathering up there, and those birds flying high up as you or those kites spilling colours on a dull blue sky go up to them. Catch them, discover them and fly again. When the strong wind will blow take a safe shelter under the tree. Once storm is over, go back. We will watch you from distance. We will see you as mere humans from the ground. We will sit back on mother earth filled with green grasses and look up. You will flap your big wings, take turns, dive in dive out and fly. There is no looking back, there is no holding back. No one will bother you, call you by your name or wait for you to be home. Tonight I give you back your wings. The mornings, noons, afternoons, evenings, nights and midnights are all yours. I give you the sun, the moon, cool winter breeze, hot summer wind and everything else you ask for. I give it all back to you. You fly.