From my hands

This piece is about me at a certain moment in time.
I feel like a creator, releasing beautiful, fleeting, and fragile works into the world.
They are part of me and reflect, perhaps, how I feel.
Free like birds, they soar high and far, eager to explore the world and show themselves.
Light and airy, yet strong in spirit.
What is the greater masterpiece — the work we create, or the hands that bring something beautiful into being?