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.