Free is this tree.
Where the bee's family sings
And the flowers flow fast in the wind of the ranch
And the leaves lie lustfully on the branch
And the bark bends beautifully around the wood up the tree.
Yes this tree is free you see.
Living in perfectly peaceful harmony.
Among the musical meadow
It shall surely stay in me
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Freedom
RandomThis is a collection of some of my poems I have written about what it's like to be free. Whether freedom be death, music, letting go, being crazy, having fun, praising, enjoying nature, floating, crying, or even loving. Just let freedom ring.
