Wandering Words #4

Of Winds and Laughter

All he needed was freedom.

The winds had picked up

And the sails had caught the breeze

Taking notice of the commotion

He ran to the porch with much ease

It had been quite a while

Since he had stepped out into the garden

For the lifeless abiotic component

had finally come to beg his pardon

Days of sun baked toil had

Reaped him a great harvest

It was time for the rains to arrive already

It was time for him to rest

From deep within his happy heart

Came the sound of the heartiest laughter

Only because his dreams had come true

His happily ever after

Confined freedom.
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