Escaping on a breeze of purest defiance
Laughing in the face of approaching skies
Although it serves no genuine purpose
It can be seen as essential to inspiration
Dancing in the wind with perceived intent
I can’t help but wonder how it chooses where to go
Does it have a sentience that we can’t possibly perceive?
Would it matter if we could?
A mind of its own caged by freedom
Created to sustain a higher purpose
In understanding that it is meant to be part of a whole
It exudes splendid beauty of solidarity
Lost in the void yet existing free of its confines
Performing in secret for all to see
Touching the minds and hearts of the few
A shining example of how to be