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.