Where Freedom Lies - Poem by Michelle Parsons
Do you know where freedom is found?
Is it in the sky or in the ground?
On the earth or in the sea?
A robin singing in a bare winter tree?
Could it be here or in another place?
Is it a baby’s joyful face?
Is it a flower, basking in the sun?
Or dolphins playing and having fun?
A purring cat kneading a pillow?
Or the soft warm breeze through a weeping willow?
Colossal waves crashing on an empty beach?
The vast full moon, far out of reach?
A leaf all alone, caught in the breeze?
Or the same wind blowing through picturesque trees?
A desert island, alone and untouched?
A trailing young elephant with his mother’s tail clutched?
Handsome buzzards circling open skies?
Love struck couples, lost in one another’s eyes?
A striking stallion in an open green field?
A camouflaged octopus remaining concealed?
Is it with graceful swans, afloat a lake?
Or in a delicate, peaceful descending snowflake?
A subtle scent in the wind tossed air?
Or the pleasure of a day so fair?
Maybe where, swallows in winter flee?
You know where freedom lies?
Please reveal it to me.
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