Nothing to form
We came to exist
Nestled and nurtured life
Immersed in air, water, earth
A living seed, destined to sprout
Grace and vision foundation’s blueprint
Metamorphosed! Butterflies realized!
Liberated wings, tired from wiggling out
Open and close slowly, practicing
While we rest, wind-kissed promises
Wings rested now, fluttering
Wind catches them – liftoff!
Marvelous wide sky
What’s that I smell?
The poem is in (double) etheree form.
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says:
write to choice of image.