Free as a Bird

Outside there are no fences:
Open fields with no direction,
Vast forests with paths abound,
And endless skies of possibilities.

Society imposes the inevitable:
Buildings of entrapment,
Roads to guide us,
And ceilings that limit us.

Where’s the balance?

I’m sitting in my swing shivering once again, but this was a much needed break. Inside there is a multitude of things that need done. Outside I feel like I’m all alone and free of time constraints. For some reason not too many people just go outside to sit right before sundown on a February day in Pennsylvania (I can only imagine what the people are thinking as they drive past in their heated cars).

As I sit here regaining what’s left of my sanity, I notice a lonely bird flying in the sky. It looks like a crow, but I’m not really sure. I think birds are the dirtiest of animals, but today I find myself wishing to trade places. I would love to experience the freedom of flying in the vast skies without any limitations. I imagine myself soaring over the Earth and admiring its beauty (even if most of the wildlife is hibernating). Of course, I know that there is more to a bird’s life than flying over the land, but I just want to experience the feeling of the crisp winter breeze ruffling through my feathers – complete freedom just once.