Within the bars of a bird cage,Nature's artists are locked in rage,Wings that once soared so high,Now clipped, they can only sigh.
The melody that once filled the air,Now reduced to a mere whispering pair,The feathers that once shone so bright,Now dull and lifeless, devoid of light.
The beauty that once captivated the eye,Now confined to a space so shy,The vibrant colors that once sparked joy,Now faded, with no means to employ.
For the bird cage is like a prison,A place where nature's artists are held,A world where their freedom is taken,And their beauty is forever quelled.So let us free these winged souls,And let them soar where they belong,For in their flight, we find our roles,In a world where freedom sings its song.
