Freedom

freedom, a wild and wondrous bird,

That soars through skies, its song unheard.

In feathers of possibility, it takes flight,

Opening our hearts to realms of light.

Freedom dawns like a sunrise so bold,

Casting away the shackles of old.

It sings in the wind, whispers in the trees,

A symphony of liberation, carried on the breeze.

In the poet's realm, freedom finds its gait,

Unfurling wings, escaping the weight.

Through words unchained, we break the bars,

And paint the canvas with endless stars.

Freedom lies in the realm of expression,

Where thoughts take flight, without repression.

In verses woven with truth and grace,

We discover our own sacred space.

It's the liberation to dream, to dare,

To wander through worlds, without a care.

To dance with words, to let them run,

In a joyous pursuit of the infinite sun.

So, my fellow poet, embrace the call,

Let freedom's anthem resonate in all.

Through your verses, set your spirit free,

And watch as your words become a jubilee.

For freedom is the muse that guides our quill,

And poetry the vessel to express its thrill.

In this boundless dance where hearts are freed,

The poet's soul finds solace and creed.