One day,
The wind beneath the wings of a soaring bird
will be felt on his face.
The scent of a crashing wave
will touch his soul.
The freedom of a child at play
will melt his eyes.
And the choices made by a woman living a life free from inequalities
will stir inside of him such unequivocal calm that
he, too,
will soar in the skies,
move with the ocean,
embrace freedom,
and choose to be all these things,
Every day.
saigonsays 