This world needs more butterflies
flapping beauty across the sky,
spraying colours through green leaves.
This world needs you to grow your dreams from the larvae days when all slide
along and your body is too heavy
for the wind to carry.
This world needs you to keep at it
till your dreams cut their way out
of their cocoon.
This world needs you to feed your dreams with actions, so that others
can believe there is miracle in them.
Some poems push me
to the edge, draw me
back with a Whiplash force
And leave me breathless.
You are always
the subject of those.
Strive hard, strip down
to the bare minimum.
Take on the winter cold
And let snow drip down
Blossom with the spring.
Transform your dead bones
into a field of roses and daffodils.
Let May work it magic on your fears.
Let the winter get you down
Hold on to May in your heart.
Remember, you are made
To always blossom even in winter.