A little canary
Once looked up to the sky,
Through the window of the house
And wondered why;
Why are the birds outside
All flying free,
While he sits in his cage
Left only to be.
His owner was kind
He was a sweet old man.
He takes care of the canary
As best as he can.
The bird loves the man
So very much,
But he wishes he understands,
More than tweets and touch.
One day the man came,
Looking rather sad.
But the news he told
Made the canary glad.
He said the bird
Has been going up in age,
And he had grown too large
For his oh so little cage.
The man brings him out
To the garden not far,
Then he puts the cage down
and leaves the door ajar.
The bird looks around
Near, far, low and high,
Then he hops out and spreads his wings
And flew into the sky.
The canary
Had always dreamed of this day,
The day he would be free
And fly away.
The taste of the sky
Felt oh so grand.
He was so happy,
To finally leave the land.
The bird was happy
As he could be,
As he flew on and on
Into Eternity.
But he won't forget
The old man back home.
He was the one
Who did not make him feel alone.
The bird carries on
Towards the setting sun.
For now,
He was having his fun.
But one day,
he may come back to,
The old man
whose kindness was true.
To come back again
To see him smile,
For he will surely miss him
Even after a while.
Maybe he can even
Take the old man,
And free him from
The binds of the land.
And take him with,
To fly on into eternity.
And experience
True freedom...
