Above the clouds, you have brought me soaring, without the fears that once engulfed my breast. Through your love, you have kept me flying, on your wings you have given rest. Climbing high, above the earth bound features, flying fast, upon your wings of love.
You always knew what trapped me, within the fears I had. And so by love you drew me, and held me in your hand. Then when time was ready, and all the fears had ceased, you have brought me soaring, father, above the clouds.

The Rose.
A flower can not bloom until it opens.
And blossoms in he light for all to see.
But first it must expel it’s preconceptions,

and cast off all it’s harder outer leaves.

The leaves of fear, that certain may encase it.
The leaves of trouble long out of it’s range.
The world itself will never see it’s beauty.
Unless the bud alone decides to change..