Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Free

Free.
Is the patter of rain on the wet earth.

Free.
Is the sound of school children after the final bell of the day is sounded.

Free.
Is the sea gull, which ever so subtly challenges the strong gail.

Free.
Are the trees to grow from the ground to the highest limit.

All these are bound by several elements,
Which if do not exist,
Freedom itself has no value.

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