The Mind and the Soul Like that of a Bird Which grows it's wings big Every time it tries falling off the edge. Which holds the world Inside it's wings. Which desires to fly Up to the zenith And it hopes to keep it's eyes Into the Nadir. It doesn't fear the Autumn And the leafless trees. It does not fear the storms And the burning sun. It holds it's faith into It's wings and flies. It flies not to avoid the obstacles, But it flies towards them, It faces the hurdles And passes through them every time. It Flies because it knows 'Sky is the limit' And the night is still young.