it is like..

it is like a boy who stares out of the window, with his toy plane in hand. he stares at the crows and marvels at their wings. ugly and detested it might be, free they are it truly seems.

it is like an apprentice who stares at his master, with his shaping tool in hand. he is entranced by the hands, and artful strokes. designs that made him cringe, yet a masterpiece it truly is. 

it is like the young eaglet who stares at the skies, wings by its side. he looks at the pigeons and wishes he was one. childish, ignorant he might be, a ruler of the skies he will one day be.