You and I
Like the winter snow
We are as so,
Fresh and fallen from that blue abyss
Until we melt away,
To return to the Lord’s sweet kiss.

I feel I might
Like the dark of night
Unveil what I hold inside,
When it comes time
To show the world what I hold
But right now, I am not so bold.

We felt as though
Like that grass left to grow
Free and tall, yellowed and green
Every blade different,
So unique, we seem.
But life is short, and appearance must follow
So “be cut down!” they say.
And what I feel in my chest
Theirs must be hollow.

But I do not fret, nor tarry, nor have grudges to sew
I plan again to leap, to jump, and to grow
As fierce as the mighty storm,
But subtle like the breeze’s blow
I plan to tell them,
I plan to show
These truths I have discovered
These things I now know.