Through the grey, the mist
And pale confusion
When clouds were crying
For an unknown reason
Beneath some fallen leaves
On the forest floor
Lay a bird, silent
Chirping no more
With his broken wings
He could barely fly
The once magnificent beauty
Was left to die
Drowned in self-pity
As the little bird slowly died
No one bothered
To wish him “Goodbye”
But now he was free
In the land of God
Free to chirp, free to sing
Songs, forever awed


7 thoughts on “Free”

  1. This talked of eternal peace for me. And the spirituality that was born from probably the most serene natural phenomenon on Earth – rains! This exquisite thought could not have been penned more beautifully for sure !

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