"Wings of Freedom"

"Wings of Freedom"

A bird soars high in skies of blue,

Its wings a dance, both old and true.

With every flap, it claims the air,

A song of freedom everywhere.

It glides through clouds, beyond the trees,

Carried gently by the breeze.

No walls to hold, no chains to bind,

A spirit wild, a soul untwined.

In morning light, it sings so sweet,

A melody, both calm and fleet.

Its tiny heart beats bold, yet free,

A symbol of what we could be.

It doesn’t ask for roads to pave,

It doesn’t fear the sky’s vast wave.

It trusts the wind, it trusts the sky,

And knows it’s meant to fly, to fly.

So let the bird remind our hearts,

That sometimes freedom starts in parts.

In quiet moments, in soft wings,

We find the joy that nature brings.