All Good Things

I am still growing tall

Reaching my shoots 

of knowledge and ideas

of perspective and friendship

high into the sky to roam

with the falcons and eagles

sparrows and finches.

Someday

I will soar

into the sky

and become a part of that

beautiful harmony of sounds

and right now, I am thriving,

reveling

in that knowledge.

But deep inside me

out on my last conscious branch, 

I know that nothing gold can stay;

that all good things must end.