free as a bird

As I lay here my mind drifts off

the beauty of the sky seems a deeper blue than usual

the trees hold many surprises

as their golden leaves drift across a field of green grass

and I sit under that tree watching my brother and sisters play.

Its a relaxing evening as am shaded through the summer heat

alone but still at peace.

The birds have something to say as they occupy the tree.

I connect to the birds, because, as they are free I feel freedom.

For that feeling and experience

everything is awesome.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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