Out of the dark did you stumble to grow
No help or no guidance you walked on your own
Nimble and light
From bud to a petal
That glides to the ground and begins its assemble.
In the wind you may dance
And skitter a glance
For the grateful on – looker
Who in wonderment stutter
As you fly and soar
In silence roar
To view the earth and in wisdom grow
A moment of air, a breath to intake
That will leave them to wonder and in their ways quake.