The Lonely Bird

I am a bird living in a marvelous and exquisite cage and it is placed near the window, and from where I am, I could see the sky. I watch it changes its color everyday. Sometimes the sky is blue and clear like a canvas which you can paint anything you wanted, but sometimes, the sky is grey and it cries like a child. I always get frightened when I hear the thunder scolds the sky or when the lightning hit it, because I know that it is in so much pain. If only I could hug and save the sky from the cruelty of the thunder and the lightning maybe it'll stop crying. There are also times that the sky is purple and looking so lovely with its twinkling stars hanging from above, and shining so brightly.

I envy the sky because it is so wonderful that it could change colors like that. I wish that my feathers can change color too, the way my mood shifts, but I am not as special as the sky. I am just a bird.

One time I saw my kind sitting outside the window, and he seems tired, but he is a happy bird unlike me. He is saying something, but with the glass that separates us, I could not hear him. I wonder what he is saying, and after he has gain his energy and strength, he flies away. I always wonder how it feels to fly freely and to be able to touch the sky. I want to know what would it feels like to be out there with the others and to know what else is out there aside from the trees at the yard. I heard that the world is big, even bigger than my cage, and it is full of wonders, but they also say that it is cruel and evil, but the world seems so at peace, so lovely that it seems so impossible to think that its like that.

At night I sing of sorrow, and hopes that someone will free me, but everyone is so deaf and cold and numb, even the world couldn't hear and I think it is the same with the bird who has tried to talk to me, there is something that keeps me apart from everybody else. I give up my dream and my hopes, and just accept the fact that  I won't be able to see the world and that I'll grow old in this cage, and die without even spreading my wings. I also realize that if ever I get out of this cage, I'll leave everything behind and that means forgetting, so I just thought that I'd better stay where I am and be contented.