A free birdleaps on the back of the wind

and floats downstream             till the current ends             and dips his wing             in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.                thinks   of   another   breeze

and the trade winds soft                     through the sighing trees             and the fat worms waiting                  on a dawn bright lawn                and he names the sky
                                                                                                                                                                   his own

But a caged birdstands on the grave                                                                            so he opens his          throat to sing.
    of dreams

                                  his shadow shouts           on a nightmare scream          his wings are clipped        and his feet are tied

                         The caged bird sings with a           fearful trill of things          unknown but longed for         still and his tune is

                          heard on the distant hill                 for the bird                      sings                      of freedom.