How Beautiful It Is To Be Free... Poem by Zara O

I am free
And soaring
Thriving and scoring
Loose and happy
I won't hide that I'm sappy

I am love incarnate
A testament to progress
The cog and the machine
Blessid are my feet

Carried from rags to riches
The granter of wishes
All hail the most high
For I am their vision

I am one with the Earth
When you hurt it I hurt
I have a heart that bleeds
But won't be found on my sleeve

I protect myself first
As there is much to guard
I carve myself up
And offer it up to God

Keep my eyes from falling blind
And my ears from turning deaf
I could never fear death
As I hold you in my chest

I cherish you as my child
As you do I
I will love you eternally
And feel that love returned to me

This is my exclamation
My fashion
My admiration
My passion
For how beautiful it is to be free