Today the little bird <br />is let out of his cage. <br />He doesn't know <br />if his wings will still fly, <br />but at least he can enjoy <br />walking around <br />the garden-like world. <br /> <br />The bird dreams; <br />in his cage, <br />even his dreams <br />often have bars, <br /> <br />but as he strolls in the garden, <br />he feels like a peacock, <br />suns and stars and luminous eyes <br />blazing from his own tail. <br /> <br />Whether he flies or not <br />is almost immaterial, <br />for his world today <br />is cool and green, <br />and that is Heaven. <br /> <br />Where else <br />would he wish to soar?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taste-of-freedom/
