Roots of the Wind

You float like silk on the sunlit air. A dancer without a single care.

Petal to petal, your world spins wide. But do you know what you

leave behind? The threads that held you tight and small. The quiet dark

before it all. You were a cocoon wrapped in night. A dream in

shadows out of sight. You were a worm low in the dirt.

You've forgotten how the earth can hurt. If you don't recall where you've

been. You'll lose the meaning of the wind. The morning mist

kisses your wings. But every joy has roots it clings. The fragile bloom