Dove, that flutters free in the sky
If I cage it won’t its beauty die?
Flower, which adorns a youthful tree
If I cut it will its grace survive?
Wind, that blows, twirls and swirls
If I hold it in my arms can I make it stay?
Moon, that lights up the lovely night sky
If I clasp it in my palm won’t the sight pale?
Love, wild, subtle and juvenile
If I lock it in my heart won’t I stop it grow?
Life , of worries, wishes and dreams..
If I could let it free, let it go!