I am the swallow,
…she who’s as swift as the arrow
zipping silently through the sky
I am the eagle,
… she who drifts and floats as she wishes
Teasing the wind, winking and blowing kisses
I am the rosebud,
… she whose petals glisten with the morning dew
ready to break free into a world fresh and new
I am the dream,
…she in whose hands the world is moulded
And whose senses are dared and scolded
I am a sapling with a call!
…she who wants no restraints, none at all!
And she who wants a passport to her freedom, now!
Who am I?
