~~Enslaved~~

With bounding silence atop the clouds I fly
And reach toward the heavens aloft,
Like the goddess of freedom,
I wander above the earth and am awed with
Beautiful splendor at the dreams and
Hopes that are being painted beneath me.

I watch and marvel at these deeds and
So I climb higher, hopping to snatch
A broader glance.

But suddenly…
I must stop! I’m free no more.
I’ve come to the last inch of
My string and I can’t climb
Anymore.

I am restricted to only a small sky,
Unable to work toward achieving my
Aims and goals.

I then look back,
And I sense faith
And I sense love bonding
I soar up over the trees.
With butterflies and bees.
Fly past billowy clouds,
With my tail of red and white,
And climb so high the things below
would disappear from sight.

And then like a gift from God,
I know that if I fly above the clouds
would I ever, ever return?
And ponder, if I could fly so high,
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string
O boy, O boy! It must be the Spring!
See…Just how much I would learn...