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