Freedom Under the sky, I stand and gaze,Watching birds that soar in dazzling ways.Their wings outstretched, they dance with ease,A symphony of freedom, if you please. I yearn to join them, to feel the thrill,To rise above, to touch the sky’s soft hill.The wind beneath, a gentle caress,Lifting me up, in effortless finesse. From under the sky, I take to the air,My spirit soaring, without a single care.The world below, a breathtaking sight,As I fly over, bathed in sunlight. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom