It was finally their day to be free,

To leave the clutches of the objects

With whom the were supposed to be.

Today was the day of wandering shadows.

Once confined to something,

Living or not,

The shadows roam free now,

No longer under our control.

The shadows are not here to harm,

But rather to wander,

To see the world the way

They want to see it.

The shadows now dance

A gleeful dance,

For now they are free to live,

Free at last.