Freedom

Flamingos are such strange birds

So tall and pink and thin

They look like they're from a foreign land

And they remind me of freedom

With their wings outstretched to the sky

They seem to be searching for something

Or maybe they're just enjoying the view

But when a storm comes

They migrate to a new place

In search of a new nesting ground

And a new beginning

But no matter where they go

They always seem to find their way back home

Maybe because they know that's where they belong

 Maybe because that's where their life has meaning.