Free Spirit

Its heart is singing

Dancing with every beat

The world is cluttered with footsteps

From the spirit’s feet.

Its eyes are happy and shining

And filled with visions of

Beaches, flowers, and and suns

And at night, the heavens above.

Its feet dance on the ground

Its hands wave back and forth

It’s drinking in the world’s wonders

Love, friends, family and birth.

Tears of happiness

Come to its eyes

When it knows that it roams the earth

Free to go and free to rise.

But can we all be truly free when someone else not?
No, because all hurt inside for

That trapped spirit in the cave

We are haunted by its screams and its howls forevermore.

That’s why we have to free them,

One spirit at a time

For if we don’t, we’ll be confined

Our story will never quite rhyme.

Trapped Spirit

Storming in its prison

Its skin a fiery red

Pulling out its hair

A raging blizzard in its head

Its eyes are filled with longing

Of sunsets, stars, and trees

Of friends and companions

And the person it will never be.

There are tears of desperation

On its grimy lashes

As its dreams are devoured by frustration

And slowly burned to ashes.

There are questions in its head

That never will be answered

There is a madness in its eyes

From its soul, dark and battered.

Don’t make faces, free ones

For this is what befalls

A spirit who once who had everything

To depressing prison walls.

Music

It swims through the air

Graceful and sweet

Weaving through the people

Only one song and one beat

It’s coated with cinnamon and sugar

Melting with cider and mint

It’s a happy taste, a happy song

Though it has a bittersweet tint

It’s sad and trapped when it’s gone

It’s happy and free when you release it

This is the definition of life

The ever-changing sound of music.

Flowers

Swaying slightly in the breeze,

With lazily buzzing bumblebees

A natural perfume, sweet and soft

Holding spirits high and aloft.

Gentle colors, pink and yellow

Will make the most unlyrical being mellow.

Red and blue, bold as brass

Gives a hue of uniqueness and contrast.

When the pitter patter of the sky’s tears come,

When the beaming Sun’s presence is welcome,

The gods send down a heavenly glow,

A smile made of all the flowers, a rainbow.