Freedom

Riding high, racing through the sky

slip streaming, never asking why.
 
Floating, searing above the trees
Freedom to do just what I please.

Being tossed around the stars

Knowing that all I see is ours.

Somersaults and cartwheels

Knowing how true freedom feels.

Soft fluffy clouds to catch my fall

Wow, this is great to have it all !

I have no fears to worry me

For I have  peace and harmony.

 

© Lis Bull 2013