i sit in the room and stare through the window
i watch how the wind sings and the leaves play the melody
the clothes on the line try hard to set free as they push back and forth trying to run free

its to no avail.

as a apple falls from the tree, he is now free and the branches sing in congratulation.
the trees know they can never go far
but have been there so long they began to realize its not their time and will never be.

the grass sways and the brown leaves fly away,
they are now free to go where the wind takes them.

the grey dull rocks have the world on their shoulders
with no way of getting away,
their nights are cold and their hearts are empty.

they have no way of going.

they are stuck

alone.

forever.

they starve to be free.

freedom is what they search for.

i am a rock.

longing to be a leaf.