Wind.

Far away, it has touched the hills,
Played with clouds, pushed them away,
Straining the trees, bending them over,
Inviting them to dance, and sway.

A bird once forced to its little down the nest,
Till it would fly, she wouldn't come to rest,
Down went the little baby, its heart thumping hard,
In despair it was trying its best.

A little flutter, but the ground still came near,
A mount of will, that too so new,
And soon the wind saw this and smiled,
Took it in its arms, and the baby flew ! ....

(still a draft)