Spread your wings my dear,
You will not be raised, clothed in fear,
But nurtured into the being, you are meant to be.
What you learn,
Will be led by your own passions and desire.
What you yearn
Will be fueled by your flame, your inner fire.
Explore the world my sweet dear child
Explore to your own hearts content.
Explore, implore, freely, naturally, raw and wild.
Explore the world as how it was meant.
Freely living, child-led, passion driven
No expectations from another’s view
Use of your talents that was divinely given
A freedom followed by relatively few.
Freedom is my gift I grant to you,
Respect is my gift I grant to you.
Love is my gift I grant to you.
Unschooling is my gift I grant to you.