What it feels like to be Free

WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE FREE

 

Open field, yellow with wheat,

Skies are grey without deceit

The cold icy air against my pale face

The wind between my hair makes my heart race

 

The dark skies cast shadows upon the ground

I await in still for heavy rains to pour down

The sound of  swirling air makes me dance

Nothing, nowhere, no one but me

This is exactly what my body feels when its free

 

Every second, minute, hour, contented with nothing but the earths rebirth

The soft velvet feel of the air wrapping around me

Makes my heart pound of calmness and self-worth

This is exactly what my heart feels when it’s free

 

 

Of all the seasons of this earth, winter is my soul’s birth place

I collide in spirit with rain, lighting and thunder

I confide it brings mystery & romance which causes my soul to wonder

Then the rain comes with depth to wash away that which we cannot see

This is exactly what the soul feels when its free