The bird outside my window
sings proudly, loudly
Her message carries
intent and direction

She shows little concern
that I am listening to her song

The evening breeze travels
through a row of pines
Its direction and strength
changing often, paying

no mind as I stand nearby,
listening to its peaceful sway

If only I had the tenacity
of the bird and the breeze
to share my song and sway,
my true self, without fear

Confident, no matter who
stands nearby, listening