The Fly Who Flew

Once upon a time there was a fly.
It was little, yes. But its dreams were big.
It was little, yes. And little was its fear.
So it flew away, with nowhere to stay.
It flew and it flew.
To discover the World,
Wherever the wind blew.
It saw countries where the houses were made of clay,
And where the people always helped it in its way.

One day it left, said “Thank you!”
And flew.

It flew away, and again, it had nowhere to stay.
And wherever the wind blew, that was the little fly’s way…
The little fly was thrown from side to side,
From country to country, and still,
It didn’t seem to find its way.

It finally flew back home
To find peace, warmth, and kindness.
“After all”, it said, “There is no place like home.”
And it fell asleep,
Never knowing,
But always wondering,
If it had dreamt or if it was real.
Either way, the little fly was happy …

Nuno Geraldes Barba©
(Registo IGAC #786/06)