Freedom

Nature is freedom,
Nature is free
Free,
Something I yearn to be

When you first come into this world
The wind will hear your first cries
The beauty of nature will be there
When you first open up your eyes

It's still there as you live
And as you grow
From the warmth of summer on your cheeks
To the coldness of the sparkling snow

The soft green grass dancing in the wind
Brushes against you as you roll and crawl
And as you learn to walk,
The grass will catch you as you fall

Then you become a young kid
Running down the street
People can hear you coming
From the sound of your pattering feet

Yet still you get older
And when time comes for school,
You must find friends who like you for who you are
And will stay with you when you act like a fool

But nature is still freedom,
Especially when you become a teen
With cruel jokes and some backstabbing friends
High school can be so mean.

Anyone would want to get away
From the drama of the halls,
Being crowded into a desk
And trapped between four walls

But when you are surrounded by the trees
And drowned in the sweet smell of fresh mowed grass
You taste the sweet freedom
Away from the bitterness of class

It's like the trees shade you
From the spite of peers
The wind, which has been everywhere,
Whispers words of comfort in your ears

And I sit with the giant oak trees,
Who have seen much pain throughout the years
For they will hold my secrets down to their roots
And catch my falling tears

And of course there are relationships
Which add stress into our lives
It's beautiful when you find true love
Yet horrible when, in your back, they leave knives

And those horrid break ups will happen,
And salty tears will be brought onto your eyes
Yet just like clouds up in the clear blue
You will be pushed towards brighter skies

And all I wish, all I want
Is to be free from any pain
I wish it could all be washed away
Like my tears are washed away by rain
If I had one wish granted onto me
My wish would be to be free

For being pushed down is hard,
Yet I guess grass is cut down too
And inevitably, it will grow back strong,
And just like it, so will me and you


Though all the grief, though all the storm,
Older I become.
Life gets harder, yet ever sweeter,
For even when you lose, you still win some

Through college days and parenthood,
Nature will still be there
And all your memories of freedom
Will be in the feel of the grass and the smell of the air

And when the hands of God come,
And my time to go draws near,
I will not feel sad or grieve
For my freedom will appear

When I die, when I leave
I will shout the word 'freedom'
For then,
I will be free