Freedom

Being free only lasts for so long. No this is not a slave poem

The wind blows gracefully though my hair
Blades of grass grow between my toes
The forest is alive deep within my soul
It runs though my veins
I am free from the curses humans may bring
My breathing is slow yet steady
Nearby a wolf howls
I feel bad for the poor creature
Because I am free
Yet it has not to break free
From it's prison within it's own body
As I walk back after the sun rises
I think
Because I must return
Back to a trapped life as a human
Despretly wanting to be free forever