Freedom is a hummingbird,
Fleeting,
fast and fragile with
Bright
wings that sing in rhythmic dreams
The
perfect jewel of joyful faith,
Seeking
out the beautiful, the
Flowing
flowers of the field,
To
drink the nectar of her bloom and
All
her gifts disseminate.
Freedom
is a golden eagle
Sailing
on a wafting zephyr,
Unencumbered
by the straining
Baleful
bonds of gravity.
Confident
that none may rise to
Purloin
his emancipation.
Soaring
over mountains high
He
sets his own alternatives.
Freedom
is a mountaintop
Rising
where no roads may tread,
Wearing
robes of purest white while
Bleeding
rivers rife with hope.
Tendrils
flush with provender
Reaching
meadows near and far
To
nurture countless leas of flowers
And
feed sweet freedoms hummingbird.
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