Reframe of Reform

I am made

For playing on the breeze

For basking in the sun

Running naked between trees

There is work to be done

I am not free

Until we all are free

But all I need to do

Is turn toward the mother

And play

But there is work to be done

Alliances to make

Community to build

Control structures to break

Swords of truth to wield

But I was made

To sing out my heart

To paint how I see it

As a living work of art

How may I play my part

When there is work to be done?