Don't Drink Bees

It is a beautiful day
A day of possibilities
I am the child who was born knowing the truth
I am the grownup who remembers it
And knows it again

I am a bird soaring across the sky
Once lost in a hurricane
Misled by the flock
Now enjoying my own air current

I am a maple tree at ease with the wind
Once tensed against its blowing
Holding onto my leaves
Now I have a dance for every season

I am a fish leaping in the stream
Once hiding in the muddy bottom
Afraid of my own shadow
Now I’m a silver arc, flashing in sunlight

I am