-School

Once upon a midday cheery; as I pondered sad and dreary
On the work so tired and used
It makes me cold and quite confused

I thought to myself, why am I here?
What am I learning? Why do I stare?

As I look out the windows
Through the bars of my prison
I see life growing, barely, bravely
In the tree, green and orange
Rustling silently outside my reach

What is the wisdom?
Coming here. Trapped in a cage
Why volunteer to be caged inside?
And never see what’s really happening beyond my reach?

The crossed branches tangled, as if in lies
The single leaf falling through the orange of the sun

If I could only… only leave
To feel the sun on my sleeve
To feel the leaf just falling
Calling, calling, always calling
Calling me to come and see

The leaf, the tree
The sun, the grass
The shade, the warmth
Oh… To be free!