Free Birds

free birds

A Caged Bird Sings and not of it’s fate.

Does it know that it’s caged?
Does it sing for escape?

A Free Bird sings something different, exquisite.

In Harmony.

In Cahoots with the rain fall. It’s living.

It’s Lucid, No Boundaries,

Orchestral. It’s Grounded

but found that it soars with the cacophonous sounds of existence.

It’s being.

A bird seems so small in a cage, but in freedom it’s seen that the birds just a name for that movement,

that song and its shape.

In reality, that birds beauty pervades all things.

It’s song, It’s name, It’s form and of course, it’s cage.

It’s gone.


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