On a high cliff where eagles dare to fly, Nestlings readied wings, to leap into the sky. Mother eagle taught, with wisdom and care, "First, see the world as it is, out there."
First came Fleetfoot, eager to be free, "Quick and nimble," with no time to see. Ignoring wind and weather, he flapped with delight, But missed the brewing storm, hidden from sight.
The skies turned gray, and the winds began to roar, Fleetfoot struggled, his wings grew sore. Down he tumbled, through dark and vast clouds, Learning too late, he moved too fast, proud.
Then came Deepthought, thoughtful and slow, "Careful and cautious," afraid to go. He weighed every option, thought of every plight, But overthinking kept him grounded through the night.
Stars began to twinkle, the day turned to dusk, Deepthought stayed, trapped in his mental husk. When morning came, the food was all gone, He missed the chance to fly, from dusk till dawn.
Next was Daydream, lost in sights and sounds, "Curious and captivated," looking all around. He marveled at the mountains, rivers, and sky, But failed to see dangers lurking nearby.
A shadow swooped, a predator on the prowl, Daydream barely escaped, with a frightened yowl. In his dreamy daze, he'd nearly met his end, Learning that distractions were no eagle's friend.
Finally came Watchful, calm and composed, "Mindful and measured," in the moment, he rose. He watched and listened, noting all he could, Absorbing the world's secrets, as any wise eagle should.
He saw the hunting spots, nests for rest, He knew where mates and predators were best. With confidence and grace, he took his first flight, Soaring through the skies, in the golden light.
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