The dove, takes her flight A dove sat all alone, and noticed where she ended up, Spoke to people around, and realized that this is not probably what she wanted, time passed, and she found places where words mean something, and so do people, where the paths are anew and the ways are just a few, she took a stride like a midnight's tide, a stride who's moon was a goal, touched the sky, broke the glass ceiling, and she made her way to space without whining, silence is virtue, sarcasm known by so few, she welcomed the bad days and the bad weathers with moods anew, heard, but never cared, worked towards excellence, she was always prepared, Tell her something, and she might doubt you for being so good, Its the experiences that shes had, and some bad probably could, Who rules her is something unimaginable, Alexander the great too would've said I'm incapable, All she needs is herself, And Herself is all that she needs, Doves are white, peaceful as ever, Take care of themselv