The bird and the flower
My Daughter, I will guide, and you will not follow, for whatever a father shows, something new, will become of you, just as a bird shall not learn from the ground, you will not learn from watching alone, so to the sky, you must go too.
There is no single path, just many, and whichever you choose, it will be the beauty of your choices, which will be the beauty of you, the more you love this moment, the more life will love you, as our pasts, rest in dreams, and the future is patient.
As the sky cries, she turns, to the ardor of the sun, as the ocean wakes, he offers his echo, to the vast blue yonder, at dawn, the lake remains still, as she shimmers colors of fire, in the waking sun, all while the winds borrow, yet never take.
When you see a tear, give a heart, and when you take anger, replace it with love, and it shall not grow, and when hate rests with you, do not feed it, and it shall not find another home, as it is with love, we flourish.
Love for another, should never rise or fall as you are they, and they are you, for when you see another as less, you will never be more, they are the birds, and you are the flower, sharing this time in which we live, hour after hour.
Nothing is yours and nothing is theirs, the morning to the night, and the light in which you wake, for when you let go, you will be clouds, when you fall free, you will be the sun, when you are true, you will be rain.
Anyone can tell you who to be, yet no one can tell you who you are, words, they can be taken, or they can be left, I wish that you will learn to see and feel, as breathing is art, and seeing is true, when it's with your heart.
At times happiness will be there and at times it will hide, when you find yourself in the cold, you will wish for before, you will look ahead, yet south will feel like north, you will not recognize, west from east, yet what you yearn, will already be with you, yet darkness will hide it, just as it does, the midnight sun.
My flower, if you don't truly listen, you will always be waiting, so let no heart beat without truth, as what moves with a lie, will be lost in the sea of many, what's on the inside will show through your eyes and smile, but be sincere, as you will not grow with a smile, that shows love with a mask.
No one will know your heart better than you, so with it, listen, and wherever it looks, follow, for where your heart lives, so should you, for a young flower that remains in a shadow, will never bloom, just as rain that rests too long in clouds, will never fall as tears, so be the winds, that chase the sun, and you will always find warmth.
Kiss the flowers, as do the bees, but do not harm them, live without taking, like the wild orchard and the tree. For the time I felt alone, you will not, as wherever you are, I will be your shadow, for what I have, I will give, for the tears I lost, my hands are always here to catch yours, and the moment I will not be with you is the moment, tears will fall from the sun.
