To a late realiser.

My arena is vaster than yours.
And my visions clearer.
Why do you try to prop me now,
You wingless bird?

I longed in vain the warmth of your plume.
While mine was not poised proper.
I pecked here and there.
And finally found my grain.

I realise I am different.I am a swan!
White and fair and elegant.
Free to fly anywhere in this primordial greenery.
Sky is nearer to me than to you.

Why do you try to prop me now,
You wingless flightless bird?