Awake Into Freedom

Awake Into Freedom long poem

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From pass the mountains of old
The sun arose in vibrant shine
Deep into the ocean and lakes
Through trees of thick and dense
Into the abode of sleeping souls
Waking thoughts into boundless life
To tell us of freedom and life

Without shackles and binds
Without worry or fear
With wings that can’t be seen
It takes flight everyday
To light up most awaiting hearts
With radiance of glare
It is the ‘job’ entrusted upon it

Tell it not, to cry or smile
To dance or sing
Tell it not, to stop burning
To stop giving light and life
Tell it none but burns still
Why does it burn in radiance?
Why does it come to greet me every dawn?

It is neither bound by time nor fear
You can’t tell it to do your will
Nor not to do what it does
It is free from your command
Yet it burns still, so bright and warm
‘It’ is freedom with fiery torch
It is free to do it’s job

Flower of wild and crystal lakes
Beating hearts without souls
With it’s free light
Awoke in elegant dance
In starry shimmering and silent hunt
Alas! They would not exist
Without freedom’s gaze

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