The first bird is a free bird, and the second is a caged bird
First Bird: I soar high in the sky,
My wings spread wide and free,
No bars to hold me back,
Just the wind beneath me.
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Second Bird: I watch you from my prison,
Longing for the open sky,
My wings clipped, my spirit broken,
I can only dream and sigh.
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First Bird: You once knew the freedom I have,
Before they took it all away,
But deep inside, your heart still yearns,
To feel the sun's warm ray.
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Second Bird: I envy your liberty,
Your endless expanse of blue,
While I am trapped in this small space,
With no escape in view.
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First Bird: Don't lose hope, dear friend,
For even in your cage,
Your song can still be heard,
And your spirit can be brave.
~
Second Bird: Thank you for your words of
comfort, They bring a glimmer of light,
I may be caged, but my soul is free,
And my dreams will take flight.
About the Creator
“M”
Be happy and grateful for everything you have in your life
3 Mistakes You Are Making In Your Novel That Are Boring Your Reader
The last thing you want a reader to be when experiencing the world of your novel is to be bored to tears. This leads to them either returning your book for their money back, placing it on the shelf never being touched again, or it being donated so that maybe someone else will find enjoyment in it.
By Elise L. Blake4 days ago in Writers
Comments (4)
What a beautiful way to look at life! Loved this
You painted the poem with true. Lovely 😍
I feel for the second bird in the cage, but maybe the first bird would at times like to feel the security of the second bird. Your poem is a great conversation between two birds that could lead to a lot of thinking of other caged animals.
Absolutely true -I believe you captured exactly how the caged ones feel. What a boring life (probably safer, but…) ❣️