A Creator In The Cage..

Sitting here at the window,

Watching the beautiful scenery,

The tree, it's leaves, the cloudy sky,

The adoring smell of rain

Vibrating her higher,

Calling her to observe them all even from closer,

The mother Nature calls her to come,

Like saying "ain't I your mother?"

Birds are chirping,

Butterflies are flying,

As if flaunting their beautiful wings,

As if flaunting their beautiful skills,

As if flaunting their beautiful home,

And as if flaunting their beautiful FREEDOM.