The Caged Bird Sings

The soul is caged in the body.

What is timeless and boundless gets stuffed into a form far beneath its grandeur.

Robbed of its essence, it learns pain and endures suffering.

It remembers bliss, though.

It shares kindness and warmth, spreads humor and loyalty.

It loves.

It raises children and spoils grandchildren. It blossoms again as great-grandchildren sprout on the family tree.

It leaves.

Form fails and spirit is released.

It breathes freely again, feeling joyous peace and walking unencumbered in the sunshine of eternal Spring.

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