The little songbird,
flew high up in the sky,
and until they saw one another,
both didn’t want to try.
Procrastination, in love,
too proud to bow,
But still, the greater is,
the one who agrees to lay low.
Modesty is the everlasting key,
to the faint outline you call success,
which can be brought much closer,
by you doing your best.
And till the last note,
has quietly wandered astray,
you miss the friend who was family too,
when he quietly sails away.
Without a word, but many a tear,
he reserves a silent farewell,
when the moment comes for separation,
the tender heart does swell.