The Birds

5:03 PM

The Sun begins to rise

As it does every other day

Lighting up the skies

With a canvas of blue

And cottons of white

Here come the birds

Those of many colours

But the blue one, I fancy

May I be a bird someday?

Perhaps through reincarnation

To fly with liberty

And to whistle like the wind

With wings large or little

I shall fly to the ends of the Earth

So high up or down below

Seeing lands and waters

I saw through the Atlas

Becoming a symbol of freedom

From the cruel lands beneath my body

Down below

The world is not free

But right up here

I will be