She flew through the sky, as free as the breeze,
Her strong wings carrying her wherever she pleased,
Soaring through the sky, the earth stretched out below,
Each creature a speck on a never ending globe.

She landed high above, in a tree brushing the sky,
And stretched out her wings as she felt her heart fly,
Nature seemed to beckon, and the earth started to sing,
Promising adventure and the wind under her wing.

She leapt off the branch, her mind whirring ahead,
Already forgetting her home and her warm, safe bed,
But she never expected the danger to come,
As she soured through the clouds of a sky up above.

They took her, they caged her, they clipped her wings,
All that they left her was her voice to sing,
And she sang sadly through the night and through the morn,
While her captors listened and heard without scorn.

The giants filled past and looked at her in awe,
Thinking her beautiful, though it was just the outside they saw,
For on the inside and wept, and beat against her cage,
Not seeing the person who sensed her rage.

It was a cold, empty day with a sun that was bleak,
And through her cage a captor did sneak,
He took her outside and set her down on the ground,
Compassion in his eyes and a faint smile on his mouth.

He left without instruction, he left without good-bye,
The bird walked stunned across the ground as she asked how she could fly,
She flapped her wings and she stomped her feet, screaming angrily across the sky,
Knowing she could never fly again, no more soaring in the sky.

But as she looked around, her spirit down, she noticed something different.
The trees were bigger, the grass was greener, and life seemed all around.
Hey eyes wide with surprise she saw the world from the top of a mound,
And realized just how much she had missed from the perch above the ground.

To this day she wanders across the world,
Exploring each moment as it is unfurled,
Never completely forgetting her life in the sky,
But content that she had found a new way to fly.