An Endless Trundle-wheel of Possibilities

This is simply describing a feeling I felt once while going camping

My soul feels free,

Awakened like a bird

Souring and dipping, doing loop-the-loops in the cool night air.

While grassy meadows lay behind me,

People are sleeping,

It is only me.

My distant voice rocks the still night air,

So that only the birds can hear me,

And, then, they only hear what I want them to hear,

For I am a free spirit.

This night, is truly mine,

And no-one can take this from me,

For, at this hour, life feels

Like an endless trundle-wheel of Possibilities