Canopy
The forest awakens,
The birds start to sing.
Melody drowned,
By fluttering wings.
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Morning's still coming,
Dew drops fall off the leaves.
Still moist is the air,
Still is the breeze.
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Slowly, but surely,
I begin to rise.
Float above the soil,
Where groundwalkers lie.
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Yet I feel trapped too,
Below the canopy high.
Bars for the sun,
A wall for the sky.
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For a moment I linger,
I recall birds of prey.
Yet I break through the leaves,
To behold the day.
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Forest songs are still heard,
The air is more warm.
For the first time I feel,
A true sense of dawn.
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To the west is a mountain,
To the east is the sea.
I smell salt on the air,
As if beckoning me.
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Yet there's another cry,
One more song to sing.
And out in the distance,
I see a bird on the wing.
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The jailer, I think,
A goshawk by name.
Raptor and predator,
And not from hunt he'll refrain.
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So I hide under leaves,
The jailer flies on.
Yet I think to myself,
Not truly gone.
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So I return to the forest,
Feel its spirit and sound.
Once again trapped,
Forced to stay near the ground..