Wings

Time after time when Day after day passed. As I stepped into A gilded golden cage, Created from elaborate lies And merciless masked elites.

Morning sunshine greets me, Tilting rays brush past My body as I Close my eyes, sighing. Upon this sun-filled morning With the sighing wind.

Floating through the air On shimmering vibrant wings, My safety and comfort Beckons to me persistently. Reaching out with whispers Promising silence and escape.

Strong yet delicate lives Unfurl their shining souls. Dew drops gather upon Crystalized jade leaves waking, As the humid air Pushes back glinting frost.

Flying past gazing eyes, A storm of color Envelopes my dark clouds. Chasing away the darkness And suffocating wariness within. Letting comfort seep in.

Each branch decorated with Gently swaying butterflies dancing To a silent rhythm. Fluttering wings slowly beat, And when they fly, My soul sings along.