She was small, she was light
She had somewhat a little plight
All those who saw her
All those who knew her
Let her go, let her bleed
She was one
And one of a kind
Yet they threw her away
Oblivious to her, totally blind
She was white and she could fly
But too afraid.
What if she died??
All she had ever heard was scorn
All she ever felt was thorn
But she knew her aim was high
She had it in her to fly, that no one could deny
She was free to go
To move, to let them know
Once she shook off the dust from her wings
And took flight
Starting falling down
And suddenly Soaring High
Defying gravity, the laws of nature
She flew and crossed the horizon line
She never looked back
As she had found her place
Where she belonged
Where she shone!
Tag: inspiration
Days
Some days I worry less, but still gather strength
Many days, there’s the same old routine; mundane
Other days I gather the wrinkled leaves
Bundle them up and burn them up
I enjoy the heat, the blaze of the flame
Some days, I find no leaves and I feel cold
A weary disappointment as I fall asleep in the freezing lap
Many days, I find a log, a big one if lucky
I worship it with fire and I mingle both together
Fire and fuel,
Fuel and wood,
Wood and me
And me with the fire
Together we lit the nights, warm!
As the day betrays again and again
I find solace in the night
With the leaves and the logs
With the fire and the morning frost