Freedom

And she wore her best dress, slipped into her best shoes and put on her prettiest smile, but it wasn’t enough.

A night in September,
The leaves cling on to the batten
The stars are aglow with mysticality
Why can’t she see its entity?

It sways silently to the sound of the wind

She surrounds herself with a sense of touch
It washes over her, it carries her scent
It diffuses lightly into the sky
It floats swiftly caught onto the high

A bird spreads its wings and flies

A tulip opens up revealing its stigmas
Individually it stands, arousing and captivating
It dances when the wind pleases
The pollen, like feelings, ceases

Its sheds its skin away, basking into a new one

And what she was told,
Was to have faith
That one day, just like nature,
Her freedom will create

As the sky turns from black to blue, the clouds remain white

She smelled the flowers that bloom openly
The leaves that fall within close proximity
The birds that form their homes in the trees
Nature is so formed so beautifully

And when she knows that she’s got to run
She runs without a single regret
She just opens her angelic wings and flies
She doesn’t look back

We all want to escape from abyss
We all want to have a simple bliss
When nature is full of complexity and yet
It remains undeterred, its free.

So as she wore her best dress, slipped into her best shoes and put on her prettiest smile, she knows she has it in her hands. She just has to let nature take its course.