The flowers will bloom, the birds will soar, and I will be reborn.
Perhaps the violet in my hair will reflect the lilac sunset,
I might dance with the fear of growing up too fast, too soon,
I’ll lay in the grass that’s fading, and I won’t feel so alone.
I just might fall in love with the dirt that allows everything to flourish.
I will allow the wind to take me home, wherever that may be.