The Bird in the Cage
The cage-born bird was in a cage of gold, The forest bird roamed free where winds unfold. How strange the fate that wove their paths apart, And what was written in the Creator’s heart?
The forest bird cries, "Come, wild brother, fly! Let us together roam the open sky!" The cage-bound bird replies, "Alas, my friend, I sit alone and lonely to the end.
I know not how to wander through the trees, Or how to sing upon the autumn breeze. I only know the lessons I was taught, Repeating phrases in my prison caught."
"Come, sing the forest songs with me," plead they. "I cannot," sighs the cage, "I must obey. The master whispers what I have to say."
The forest bird looks out at boundless blue: "There are no bars out here, no chains for you! Why stay enclosed within that narrow dome? Leave your cage behind and make the clouds your home."
The captive whispers softly through the wire: "My wings are bound, my spirit must expire. I wish to fly, but terror holds me fast— How could I survive the open sky at last?"
Two birds of life, in love yet far apart, A silent yearning echoing in the heart. One longs for freedom, one forgets the sky— In golden bars, a song begins to die.
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