Raising Wings

 

Its warm and dark inside,

Wrapped and trapped with the threads of life,

Without the fear of danger,

Rests inside the shield of nature,

As a dead corpse lie in,

Kept on the hibernation state,

Not for long to find a way,

To head out for free in hay,

Broken the barriers of the shell,

Gracefully terminated from temporary sleep,

Groomed up to an extent of charm,

Spreading out the angel wings that flutter,

Raised towards the deep blue sky,

To show the hope in life before it dies.