Years I’ve spent in fields of green
The circle of life the things I’ve seen
Births and deaths every shade between
Full moons at dawn, sunshine in rain
Laughter and heartache, healing and pain
Is it time I grow up?
Time to move on
What about the days that are gone?
Wings unfolding as the dew dries away
A new creature emerges into the day
Into the sunshine, new skin bare
A smile at hand, a flower in her hair
Wings unfettered but fragile still
She wants to fly but can’t summon the will
She lifts off, her mind her only confine
But the home she knows is all she can find
People and places
Years worth of dreams
They cling to her feathers
She can’t be rid of the things
Can she let go and re-emerge new?
Can she find the courage to do what she must do?
And what is it, this thing she must do?
What is this purpose this dream and tune?