Can you handle the wild birds

Leaving their nests, turbulent

In their need, free and fleeing?

Or the wild keys, dissonant chords,

She plays in the dark hours,

While you are sleeping?

Come out into the storm

And stand with me.

Lightning rarely strikes,

But stand away from the trees.

Can you handle the wilds,

No smile to guide you?

Fragile, wet steps,

Into the dark night.

Can you handle the wilds?