Freedom

The other night

Looking out my window

I saw in failing light

A flock of geese flying low.

Bright red leaves were falling

Slowly to the ground

As the geese were faintly calling,

I finally turned around.

I wished I were free

Just like those birds,

Free of pain and worry.

No need for words.

Up above the clouds

I would gladly soar

My spirit proud

And free once more.

But here I’ll stay

Looking out in the night

Waiting for the day

That I shall take flight.