JaredMayim
shall I tell mother
we are to be free
look upon the fields once barren
now bright and alive with spring
life in abundance,fluttering softly
like a butterfly
with wings of purest light
sing of love beyond all boundries
fly away with my soul
touching each new flower
startling drops of dew
and causing them to fall
like tears
go to the house,bring her out
the sun is rising
bringing warmth to lands
once cold and forbidden.