Choose the better,

Choose to be better,

I choose to be the better you taught me,

Taught me though you didn’t see,

You are my better and therefore I must raise the bar,

To soar where you soar I cannot hold on forever to wings,

Wings shed and although once part of the whole become only a trail left behind.

 

I dreamt of sprouting wings as a young seedling

And leaving this trodden earth,

A ground where I laid vulnerable to the elements,

Elements of sight,

Sight that comes with age and time,

A special craft, with tricks that’s lure you in,

“Come! Things never before seen! Step right this way!”

 

And boom, a world of images blinds you,

Leaving you imprinted for life,

You’ve been crafted,

A special print set out to dry,

With hopes that all the world will one-day see.

 

But the world is too big for me,

And I’d be happy to be a left behind feather,

But only I want more,

And I chose more,

I chose more when I chose to find better for you.

You deserve my better and every bit more

 

I use to sit in a tree and learn from sight,

My tree you found and touched,

Made a perch and shared your song,

Our Harmonies collided, merged,

2 became 1,

An aria’s lead,

With cool air molecules swirling in accompaniment to our airborne heart song,

 

Soar with me now,

I wish to carry you on my back,

Bring you back to the tree where you once found me,

The withered roots you’ll see now grasping hold,

To an earth with promise,

My eyes had shriveled from the cold,

But the blast of air from flight opened them wide,

Winter’s changed to Spring,

It only took a matter of time,

Time to see that leaves and fruit bear again and more,

That they are born from a Fall.

For falls have a way of lifting the ground,

Fall and you’ll land on a mountain when nothingness ceases to exist.

 

Roots help me find footing on my mountain so I can take two wings to new heights.

It’s only a matter of time,

Each day a new feather; grown, not left behind,

“Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away”