Unbound

The soft gentle breezes across my face,
My hair stirs slightly,
The breeze is just enough to kiss my skin with it's chill,
Noisy and bubbly the brook swiftly moves over the stones,
Smoothening them,
So that one summer day,
Far away,
They might be perfect skipping stones.

I hear only nature,
Nothing breaks the sound of the wind,
Or the water rushing down the rocks,
Running down towards the river,
A bird calls out,
I feel at peace,
Light and free,
As if I could soar,
Unbound to the Earth,
Like that cawing bird.

The cold March air whipping across my face,
As I climb in hight,
Higher and higher I climb,
Following that bird,
I am that bird.

Flying away from it all,
My troubles,
My fears,
Everything disappears,
Higher and higher I climb,
Unbound from the Earth,
And all it inhabitants,
Looking down I soar across the sky,
Earth fading.

Laughter breaks the wind,
Soft and distant,
But it lures me back,
Child's play,
The laughter of children,
Weighing down on me,
Forcing me down,
Bounding me back to the Earth,
I could no longer fly,
Fly away from my troubles,
As the laughter carries on,
Disturbing the silence of nature,
A dog barks,
Loud and strong.

I am tethered to the Earth,
My wings are clipped.