Verse 12: Cocoon

Cocoon

 

Dream passes where there are no boundaries.

Eyes fixate me to look at simplicity.

All that grows abundant comes together.

Insignificance seems just a distant marker.

What has landed in my hands is importance.

Closes to capture in my grasp is a cocoon.

Opens to release myriads are colorful.

Learns to accept is a distinction of inner.

Outer layers will show through to evolve.

Beauty is a fingerprint all her own to give.

Flies out displays are a birth of acceptance.

Heaven has set free to be with fair winds.