Falling Leaves
Three: Fly Far Away
The bird rises from my windowsill, its wings beating gently at the air, wind ruffling through its feathers as it takes to the sky. I sigh. How I wish I could take flight, could soar somewhere no one else knows, could leave behind the troubles and torments that plague me ruthlessly.
But alas, I've no wings. I am trapped, like a caged bird. It flaps its wings, knowing it cannot be free.
Flight is for the birds. I know that. But the White Lady of Rohan is strong, and one day I'll fly far away.
One day, I'll be free.