Natural Beauty

January 7, 2009
Sitting in the field
As vacant as a desert
Full of trees
But no life to fill the field with motion
Watching every little creature

Observing all the trees
Wave their arms
In the gust
Watching the clouds
Slowly drift across the heavens
Covering the sun
Like an old umbrella

Studying the single bird
Flying free
Wishing to be
The free bird
Only to recognize
I cannot be free

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