Aware. Free.

It’s the sun and its rays
The chill in the air
The dews upon the earth
The promises we count
The seasons and their gifts

Like a butterfly
I’m out growing this cocoon
I’m aware I can fly
My wings birth freedom
The sky is my playground

I’m onto the next stage
Sturdy and steady
Gazing and ready
Affirming and firm
Into the arms of victory.

Vera