Be Free

Be free child, says the great big world…

And as the sun began to set,

The mountains started up with their echoing glory,

Like a chapel choir, whose notes linger

and rise above the world.

The river began it’s

low, and

bellowing roar,

The Ground shook with its booming voice,

The flowers echoed little harmonies,

The trees shook their leaves…

All of the Earth

Sang as the sun departed,

In a festival of the spirit,

And I danced

as the whole world around me

fell into rhythm.

- Anna Madrid