The sunshines through the clouds;
I am born.

The warmth tingles on my skin,
the wind sweeps past,
the leaves sing their song,
and I lay back with a smile.

Content, I whisper:
"Inevitably I am,
and will be. You have no power,
Yet all the power in the world."

As I open my eyes
to the blinding sun,
The wind dusts a hair
from my cheek.

I dance in my love.
I am alone.