• Tears flow from her eyes,
    Not of anger, not of pain,
    Not of saddness, not of hate,
    But of happiness and joy,
    Of a life, and the breath of awakening in the morning.
    Stepping out to let the day catch her spirit,
    Letting everything be free.
    Tears flowing as the sun dries them up,
    While feeling the cool breeze flow[,
    Through her hair,
    Being free,
    As if flying through the air.
    Breathing in and out, exhaling,
    Letting it all go