Forever Young

Forever Young

As I jump on a trampoline,
for a moment I fly through the air.
Floating on the wind,
my body becomes weightless,
sending my heart into a whirlwind,
of pure joy and freedom.

My body matured into adulthood,
but my soul will always remain a child.
My heart may be able to break,
yet resilience forces it back together.
By thinking thoughts of pure joy,
my mind stays forever young.

Dancing is an expression of freedom,
where the mind solely focuses on the movement,
the heart is entranced by the music,
and the soul forgets her surroundings.
So, I spread my arms to make pirouettes.
On my toes I twirl around on the green grass,
as my skirt moves on the beat of the wind.

When my heart forgets to be joyful,
I look at the children that cross my path,
only to learn that true freedom,
is not forced by the world around me,
or from an emotion deep within,
but by the mere ability to forget everything,
so I can simply be who I am.

When a child is born

When a Child is born

The light breaks through in the morning,
restoring hope in the heart of mankind.
The swallows search for their food unhindered,
as the mist clears the sight in every mind.
Crisp and cold is the floor beneath me,
my breath makes clouds from this thin air,
as I marvel at the sounds singing in my heart.
Hope is born out of nothing else but love,
a love that is alive in every human heart.
Every new morning creates a new beginning,
every act of love creates a new chance,
and a new chance is the beginning of hope.
When hope is in the beginning,
written in the dawn of each new morning,
why then, do we search for it at the end?
When all hope is lost,
we cry out for the emptiness in our heart,
yet the hope from the beginning,
has escaped our fragile hearts.
When the red robin kisses the frosty ground,
and a squirrel plays in the winter snow,
a white world drives out every piece of darkness,
like the rising of the sun in the morning.
The song in my heart this very morning,
plays the melody of newborn child,
who laughs in the sight of innocence,
restoring the hope in my fragile empty heart.
In the night a child is born,
in the morning my heart will sing forevermore.

When a child is born