Freedom
Our freedom is like the winds blowing over the plains and
across the shoals of our life.
It changes with the seasons and refuses to bend to the will
of the mountains
It can shape its surroundings over time
It cannot be suppressed or forced in one direction
How the higher powers have longed to control it
How they have hated it for being free
How they have wished they could be as powerful as is in its
calmest time
And how they have hated it for its power to be free
Freedom in all its glory cannot be anything but what it is
in its purest form.