Freedom Comments

Ah freedom! Not from chains or iron bars but from the stale confines we create for ourselves. The eagle rises instinctively and spreads his wings and claims the sky but we are so much better as we are not limited by space. We are not prisoners to fate. New roads, new ruts said G.K Chesterton. Our so-called old world remains undiscovered. We of free will soar highest while tasting the fruits of the valley.

Sarah, you have a real way with words! Charmingly crafted. In particular, I enjoyed reading the last stanza which has lot of strength. Thank you for sharing this poem.

Hi Sarah, Beautiful poem. You are a keen observer of nature. And the lovely image The branches of the tree weighed down, Great Sanskrit poet Kaalidasa has written that when they are rich with fruit, the trees bow their heads in humility. Your line reminded me the great bard of Indian lit. Thank you.