The wind doesn’t slap my cheeks anymore. It whistles through my hair.

It sings me a soft song.

Not sad, but fair.

The sky doesn’t loom over me anymore.

It stands right in its place

It’s smiling down upon me

With it’s big wide blue embrace

The sun doesn’t glare at me anymore

It warms me so gently

It’s rays just barely brush my skin

They make me start to think

Is this what it means to be free?