FLYING HIGH

Here is the book worm,
That crawled and came to a desert,
It felt thirsty, throat was dry.
Exhausted, it crept over the dry patches of earth
And drenched itself in a spring
Time provided it with wings.
Like a phoenix rising out of ashes,
It embarked to achieve the mission,
To soar high and touch the horizons
To research and learn,
And share the fruits of its laurels
‘Hail to thee, blithe spirit’
Fly high and perch peacefully
On the branch of the Wisdom tree.