Freedom Poem by Natasa To

Freedom is the breath unchained,

a sky unbroken, wide, untamed.

It sings in rivers, clear and fast,

a voice that whispers, you are vast.



It is the silence after storm,

a seed that cracks, a life is born.

It walks in shadows, dares the flame,

and rises each time it is named.



Freedom is not a gift to keep,

but something earned, awake, not sleep.

It lives where courage plants its ground,

where truth is spoken, chains unbound.



And when the night seems hard to bear,

freedom is hope—still burning there.

Not just for one, but all who stand,

with open hearts and open hands.