The Blue Bird

Today I saw a blue bird. As the blue bird flew away, my soul flew away too. It was just like a weight being lifted from my mind.

The blue bird seemed so free. So precious and so few. So free, to sore with the wind, through the trees. Whenever it may please.

I guess that my soul envied the freedom of that blue bird. It just wants to have its freedom too.

And when my soul finally realized it could fly away with that blue bird, my soul finally realized... that it has much freedom too.

Now that my soul has realized it has freedom, it now feels love and joy. For now it can also soar with the wind, through the trees. Whenever it may please.