Chelsea Varvaro (01-23-1988 / New Orleans, LA)

Like trees we grow,
Same as the old oak tree.
Starting out small,
Yet full of potential,
Willing to wait and be patient-
Allowing time to assist us
Helping us become who we can be.

Like flowers we bloom,
Same as the red rose.
Blossoming until it reaches full flower,
Opening its petals,
As we would open our arms in love.
Telling the world,
Our story of life, love and freedom.

Like birds we fly,
Same as the noble eagle.
Spreading our wings and then gone.
Going through trials and victories,
Never straying from out journey,
Staying the course.
Through rain, sleet, and snow-
Flying above and beyond
The trees and flowers below.
Seeing all, but telling none
Except the empty skies.
Of the sights of life.
We shall grow, bloom and fly
Eternally forever and over again…