When one is able to express freely

I am a bright soul, one that desires freedom and serenity

I wish to be, a pretty little blue bird, in the tops of an apple tree

I can not be remade, I can not be replaced

For I am the rare one, with enthusiasm in life's offering and gifts

Appreciative of the beauties, interested in why the world shifts

I am and will be a still moment in a picture with drive

A quiet scene waiting to be captured and come alive

 

This soul creates an unimaginable love to go 'round

With a nature to ensure everything be safe and sound

I am lucky, lucky to be me

A child of God, ready to explore and see

There's a sparkle in my eyes, something more for me 

This poem is about: 
Me
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