Once a somebody asked me to be real,
Once a somebody held my wings in chains,
In a forest deep down the hills I lay,
Shrieking and thumping at my chains.
My colors wash down the giant tree’s roots into the lake,
For this forest has crazy bewildering rains.
And then the ripples of the lake made their call,
The fish and the flies they sent.
They fly and swim past me,
My chains, they can bend.
That somebody never returned to the woods,
If he did, I would show..
How the fish bear the plumage of my Colors now,
The same hued wings he once chained,
They have fins now,
How swiftly they can flow.
Artwork by Oindrila
