Analysis of Wind in Your Wings

You’ve got fire in your wings but you ain’t a mere firefly,
I see a phoenix in you, scaling hostile sky.
With souvenirs in backpack – of bruises and scars-
You are braving your flight to reach out for the stars.

The flight hasn’t been easy, at times it got dark;
Above the storms with wind in wings – sing, my skylark.
Keep flying with clouds beneath you, till the storm fades,
A poet down under will sing your escapades.