There’s laughter outside the window Like jovial birds twittering at painted wings. Singing beautiful brushstrokes of sound waves Fluttering hearts of springtime blooms; Their beats the base to their ballads, Booming with joy for new chances. They laugh and sing to the late-bloomer, Be patient. You too will grow with wings And fly. Sing to the flightless bird. Tell her that God didn’t clip her wings before she had the chance to hatch.