Where am I going, where did I come from?
Did I walk here, or swim here, or fly here or run?
This beach looks too big, and my legs are so small.
Surely I didn’t walk here, and I can’t run at all.
I’m sure this ocean is deep and too scary for me.
I never could swim. I didn’t get here by sea.
My feet are fine, and my body feels light.
I could lift my wings, but am I ready for flight?
Boldly I face the breeze, and I soar up above.
Looking down I can see those cute grandkids, whom I dearly love!