Living free
No baggage to noose my neck
Eyes on the screen
The way of passing the time
I hear the birds
Calling morning till night
Whispering for mates
They never show up
One little humming bird
It doesn't care the world
It flies in to sit on its eggs
In the garden oblivious to all
Staring at busybodies
Sitting majestically without fear
The soft breeze
Caressing the soul
As people cycle or work
The days ahead
Sunshine or cloudy glow
In the kitchen
The fire and aroma flow
Noises of activities
Living free
Seeing things better perspective
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