Baylee

Uprooted

Uprooted

Unearthed 

My future awaits

in the bright winter sky

amongst the white winter flowers

Climbing the mountains of Colorado

and hiking the deserts of Arizona

 

This dull life must come to an end

fear is what I feel,

But every baby bird

must learn to fly

one way or another.

 

Comments3

  • FredPeyer

    Perfectly worded, Nicole! Go spread your wings. The worst that can happen is that you fall on your head, but believe me it will be worth it! Nobody can develop their potential by sitting on their bum!

  • yellowrose

    i love how you started this poem , with the idea of being uprooted and unearthed , makes me think of something which was stuck in one place, achingly wanting to leave its normal home and i love how you ended this with reference to the baby bird.. very nice

  • Baylee

    Thank you guys : )



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