Three tiny seeds

All longing to be trees

In the palm of her dirty hands

She held these little dreams

The first she forgot to sew

The second seed

Was lost to birds

And the third

Decided it was time to grow

She decided it was time to grow

To grow leaves

She decided it was time

To wander through the thorns and tangled weeds

She decided it was time

To be free

And she knew

What that would mean

With all the butterflies and bees

Standing proudly in the breeze

Once she had been

Where no-one else had been

She knew things she didn't know she knew

Felt things she couldn't feel

One hand she felt alone

The next turn she craved for more than the world

But she didn't really want to

No she didn't really want

To be wise

No she didn't really want

To see the truth

With her own eyes

It was beautiful but she was

Terrified

And she knew she'd never be the same

There was nowhere she could hide

She decided it was time to reach beyond the tangled thorns and weeds

She was perfectly aligned

To be free

And she knew what that would mean

With all the butterflies and bees

Standing proudly in the breeze