GUST OF THOUGHTS

The Bird

He soared in the blue sky

Stretching his wings so wide

Feeling the wind under his wings

And looking proudly to the ground.

He flipped his wings again

But his movement seemed to stopped.

He looked around and wondered

Since now he's in the ground.

He tweeted and jumped

Looking around for help

But then they came and held him

Now in a cage, he's laying still.

The days has passed so sadly

And hope is fading slowly

They talk to him like they know him

But they don't know what he really feel.

By miracle the cage was opened

And he flew away in haste

Not once he ever looked back

Afraid that he'll repeat the fate.

Now he's back in the sky

And still soaring high

But he learned to be cautious

And looked around everytime.