"Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.”
"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,
but rarely admit the changes it has gone through
to achieve that beauty."
- Maya Angelou
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
by Karin Lisa Atkinson
Photograph taken with a Nikon D800 with a 18-55mm Zoom.
Conditions: late afternoon September light with long shadows cast,
wind, fast moving bird "free to take off".
Location: Venice Beach Canals, Los Angeles, California.
wind, fast moving bird "free to take off".
Location: Venice Beach Canals, Los Angeles, California.
