Eighteen Years

Struggle through the air

I’m falling! No stopping now.

To hit the ground is heaven,

The awkward trappings gone at last

In warmth I stayed for days,

For weeks…who knows?

Drinking in the life and waiting

Resting where I’ve fallen

But as the sun creeps out,

The clouds part with light

The darkness lifts for me

So I may reach skyward

Stretching, reaching growing

Feeling stronger, standing taller,

I absorb the sun, my freedom

I understand now what it means

I must survive the weather

The rain, the sun the snow

I must survive it all,

Or my purpose… goes unknown.

My future is automatic, I know

It will bring laughter, love and joy

The seeds will drop from the heavens

Allowing new life to sprout in falling leaves

And when that little tree stands tall

When all my leaves go brown and dead,

My purpose, once a mystery,

Will be fulfilled completely.