Wings Poem by Timothy Branch

Flight requires wings.
Walking feet never enable flight.
Destiny is attached to the successful use of wings.
Trust those wings.
Let them carry you where no feet can.
Now that means at times that walkers and talkers will have to be let alone.
Sometimes you will fly alone as the aforementioned want nothing to do with being airborne.
Wings are keys cut to fit the door of destiny.
So arise, rise and soar atop highways of airways.
Soar always high enough to remain focused on the door of your destiny.