Freedom

"Freedom, is not outside. It is inside. And this, no one can make you understand. But do not worry. One day you will" once said an Old man, to me.
Reasoned I have, his saying, but understood I have not.

I have seen the flight of the eagle. And the quiet of the valley.
I have heard the song of the trees. And the buzz of the bees.
I have felt the warmth of the grass. And smelt the fragrance of the mud.

(Incomplete: you are invited to add to it)