Snowflakes in Spring

healing

I hope you become
Free

Follow the tides
To the skies

Fly
Meeting
A fluttered touch
Of resting butterflies

Meet your needs
If you haven't
Known a bee
Like a little friend
That visits
Every ending

Wonder
If you can
Picture
Lonesome
Fields
On a rainy
Friday afternoon

Miss
The always ending
Skies
Viewing them
As a life cycle
That will always
Be beutiful

Lastly
Fill every fear
With what could be
A sky
A bee
A fluttering butterfly
Listen
To the earth
Healing you
And try
To let it be