The dove does soar-
Though it be with feathery wings,
And little flaps against the sky.
It is not fierce-
Though it roves a hazy skyline,
With storm clouds streaking in the air.
Its heart is light-
Though it may be small, it is brave,
And flutters forward unafraid.
The dove does soar-
So may all who are small take heart,
For in weakness, we may be strong.
Though it be with feathery wings,
And little flaps against the sky.
It is not fierce-
Though it roves a hazy skyline,
With storm clouds streaking in the air.
Its heart is light-
Though it may be small, it is brave,
And flutters forward unafraid.
The dove does soar-
So may all who are small take heart,
For in weakness, we may be strong.