A beautiful day to read outdoors
The perfect book chooses me
Reminding me to let go of the anger
And the chains it has put me in
Birds are conversing with one another
They are hidden but I can hear them above
I close my eyes and can now see them
For I am no longer under my backyard tree
but far away in the shade of the jungle
The birds are so bright and beautiful
Only before seen in photographs
I have traveled to a distant land
Even without the use of my legs
And I have managed to cut the chains
that have bonded me for so long
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