Time passes by quickly and the faintest blow of a problem could knock you off course.
Destiny is fate and fate is destiny.
He is freefalling into the winds of time like a faint heart beating inside the chest of a determined sparrow.
He spreads his wings to glide into the turbulant wind and waits for his destiny to call upon him.
The tired muscles in his shoulders stretch and pull, then relax as they rotate with his golden wings;
the skin under his feathers is frigid, his eyes are heavy and his faith is low.
He pushes harder but begins to fall.
Freefalling into the unknown.

He falls through the clouds, imagining the sun, the warmth it gives him.
He prays for the best but knowns in his chest, where his ever-loving heart reside,
this is his final fall or will something unknown sweep him away, back on the track of sanity?
With his most deep desires spread out in his head, one by one they detach from him and fall away freely into the wind.

Flight enables once again, seconds from the utter end, his strength reacts from his heart within,
his faith has saved him.
He greatfully flies lower and lower until he reaches a small peach tree in the middle of no-where.
At last he's home and landed lightly and on the vivid green tree, where he lay, he slept an eternity and awoke where he would find he was reborn, once again in time.
Time passes quickly and for proof to show, if faith is truly in you, destiny is yours.