I emerge from my winter cage
drawn by necessity and time.
Sun greeting me with her pleasant warmth
helping me to straighten
taking a beautiful form.
My wings once furled begin to slowly open
their majesty of colours for all to see
against a sea of many flowers.
I feel a gentle breeze
My wings move
am I ready to fly?
am I ready to fly?
Yes I am.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem