The Clouds Clear Away


Breaking out of my shell

A drop of dew

Softened my cell

Granting me freedom


My arms reach out

But grasp nothing

I am but a sprout

Yet I venture forward


Journeying through the darkness

Afraid of every turn

But I now see a brightness

And at last emerge victorious


Curiosity brims inside

These feelings are new

Joy, wonder, and pride

I feel myself a marvel!


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