As the Caged Bird Sings
When caged, only does the bird sing,
Caged within itself.
Searching for the meaning of freedom
To those as it caws to help
As its heart beats softly,
Following the tempo of the wind.
The bird claws at the cage
Tearing it apart from within.
Only through sunlight,
Does the bird find it's grace.
Spreading its wings to it
While freedom is within arms reach.
With wings spread, the cage breaks
As if the metal has suddenly become unbonded.
While the bird flies freely into the sunrise
And finds what it once wanted.
As the once caged bird sung,
It harps its new song.
Looking around for its purpose
As it watched the setting sun.
As the light embraced its wings,
Through strife it was sweetly heard.
Singing melodious tunes of joy
As with adventure it yearned.
For mystery is what prevails
As the unknown beholds the truth.
While the bird goes yonder,
To find what it suits.
To discover is to learn
As there is still much to see.
While the birds wings graze there air
And the sun to the sea.
Though the cage is now broken,
Restraints still incur.
But as one can break free, they can stand out through demure.
Through strife it sings,
and through sorrow it mourns.
While suitors befriend them,
And conformists scorn.
As the bird hovers over the sky,
With wind ruffling through its wings.
It graces the ground
As it echoes its hymns.
Through the sky,
streaks of pink line the horizon.
With the glimmer of life,
As one can spot the one lone mizen.
As the day seizes,
Swiftly the bird lands.
Settling into the warmth
Of the tree's wide, snaggly hands.
As it lays its head down to rest,
A last call is made.
With the low, moaning note
With what is made with haste.
With wings away,
The bird fades into the night.
Taking what once was granted,
But now is necessary for life.
With this, new bounds have been discovered,
But the continuity of the journey remains.
As the sun will rise again
And tomorrow will be a new day.
