Uncaged.

Away from the commotion

away from the dirty, suffocations of the city. 

Where a film of polluted air

builds your skin, 

you feel drabby and drained.

Escaping to the land of dreams and clarity, 

where trees overhead were not planted,

animals are not caged,

streets are not paved.

The film disappears, 

your eyes can see clear 

and your lungs are full. 

You have become uncaged.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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