Freedom

When does Freedom ring?

A renewing of strength, 

I stretch my fingers, crack my neck; 

I feel I haven't lived for years. 

The sun shines bright, an orange morning light, 

and I wonder how long this will last. 

This time I know this is real. 

Birds chirp their welcome songs, 

trees dance in the breeze, 

and I observe it all, 

a caged bird now freed. 

A renewing of strength, 

this feels contagious, 

a bubbling pot on the stove not contained by any lid, 

a new homeostasis. 

This is freedom, 

in its purest form, 

a feeling unmatched by others, 

but envied by them. 

Extravagant and glorious

it makes you harmonious

with the past, 

present, 

and future. 

A trick only freedom can do, 

This renewing of strength.