Transforming, evolving, butterfly from Crysallis,
A woman found, back to lost,
I never stop learning,
Broken, glued together, piece by piece,
She runs, dances, then trips,
I bleed on the floor but arise without a stitch,
From North America, I cross an ocean for love,
African sunrises look the same
But January flowers are unique,
Nothing is easy but I am resilient,
In your eyes I can breathe
But I miss the comfort of home
And the warmth of my mother,
Grow, bloom, wilt and reseed,
Endless cycles of life
Waves come and go,
Atlantic to Mediterranean,
I go where the wind blows
Seeds in the sky,
Forty years, one thousand versions of me,
Never satisfied standing still
Life is meant for exploration.
