She is the bird, untamed and free,
Wings wide, seeking the endless sea—
Upward, sideways, boundless flight,
Afraid to land, to lose the light.
Yet below, the earth awaits,
Steady, patient, at the gates.
The soil, the root, the sacred space,
A quiet strength, a firm embrace.
He is the ground, the anchor strong,
The place where faith and trust belong.
Without the earth, she’d drift alone,
But here, she’s found a deeper home.
Change brings a tremble, fear takes hold,
Leaping where the air feels cold.
For so long, she feared a fall,
Spiraling down with nothing at all.
But now the truth begins to rise—
A leap not taken to simply survive.
She soars, not falling in the air,
But lifted higher, and resting there.
When she leaps, it’s not the end,
For he will catch, he will defend.
Ground and sky, their fates entwined,
A dance of trust, a love divine.
This change is a dance, both fierce + true,
A leap of faith, a step anew.
It’s not the fall, but the embrace,
The dance of power, the gift of grace.
This flow, this hope, this quiet call,
Is a measure of faith—it’s strength in all.
Together they rise, together they thrive,
Ground and sky, fully alive.
She leaps, not to escape the flight,
But finding her path in the darkest night.
And in the lift, she learns to see—
She soars higher than she thought could be.
Reproduced from the artist’s original artwork of Oil on Board. Painted 2024.
