It’s Time For Me To Fly

The crane stood still and majestic along the roadside. It didn’t make sense that such loud passing trucks and vehicles didn’t seem to bother it. It was pure white. I marveled at its confidence as I passed it by. In time I saw yet another crane which was almost a mirror image again close to the freeway noise. I could only wonder why it would choose this place to stand. Within miles I saw a third white crane in the same position. I shook my head wondering about these cranes, wondering why I would notice them, wondering at their confidence in such a crazy environment.  Shortly I saw the last crane I’d see on this trip. Its wings lifted it gracefully to take flight…

I could hear a song in my heart, “I believe it’s time for me to fly”…..

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