Your World by Georgia Douglas Johnson

 Your world is big as you make it.
 I know, for I used to abide
 In the narrowest nest in a corner,
 My wings pressing close to my side.

 But I sighted the distant horizon 
 Where the sky line encircled the sea 
 And I throbbed with a burning desire 
 To travel this immensity.

 I battered the cordons around me
 And cradled my wings on the breeze 
 Then soared to the uttermost reaches 
 With rapture, with power, with ease!