Seven Degrees Of Freedom

Seven Degrees Of Freedom long poem

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The first one is for the birds that flock together
Racing to the sky with their feathers
Soaring in the sky till the end and
Adding beauty to the ocean with clouds

The second one is for the animals on the ground
Same altogether though some small ,tall or round
Leaping around the earth
And singing their song

The third one what can I say
Is the freedom of the crops growing in may,
born from love of mother gia And
coming out from the pure soil

The fourth degree is for the light
Born from the sun and hits our sight
Fighting its way down
Energizing everything on touch

The fifth degree of freedom
Is For the air dancing with a humm
Carrying the life and
All the sprits of the past

The sixth one is for the baby to open its eye
Starling the world with its cry
Spreading joy and,
Joining the tree grown from free sod

The seventh and the last one
Is for us to leave with the sinigame on the run
Returning,but for the start
With bliss and happiness in the heart

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