it can be felt in the dawn when you put your hands on your chest

that whip before soft feathers spread

see the bright orange sky when listening to the cold rain

is to move your fingers flapping in the softness of the clouds

as if they were the messengers of your voice

is to adapt your heart

so that the beats match their song

fill yourself with courage to open the window

leaving the nest comfortable and soft

stand with your feet on the ground

to the cool touch of the warm breeze

straightening you up with the courage before fly out of here

closing the eyes seeing the clarity and beauty

letting freedom stretch its wings

to the vastness