The Wings of Freedom

With wings outstretched, I soar up high,

Into the endless expanse of the sky.

The wind beneath my wings, I feel alive,

As I leave behind the earth, and begin to thrive.

Up here, there are no limits, no bounds,

Just freedom, and the most beautiful sounds.

The rustle of feathers, the whisper of the breeze,

The cawing of birds, and the rustling of leaves.

I glide through the air, like an eagle in flight,

Drinking in the beauty, with all of my might.

The world below me, a tapestry of wonder,

And I, the lucky one, to witness the thunder.

With the wind as my guide, and the sun as my friend,

I journey through the skies, to no clear end.

But with every beat of my wings, I know I'm alive,

And I embrace the freedom, with all that I strive.

For in this world, where we're bound by chains,

The wings of freedom are all that remains.

So let us soar, and fly high,

And embrace the beauty of the sky.