At the base of his tree
Fell down from his nest
Suffered broken wings
He may have been pushed
Knows not how or why
But now lacking roots
And unable to fly
He heals over time
One half of his life
At which point he's able
To unfold and rise
Scarred slightly, sideways
Off-kilter in flight
A signal for others
In need of his light
His pain did not kill him
It's merely a gift
A gateway for healing
And new perspective
Though hope often left him
And he did despair
God was there beside him
Always, everywhere
