Freedom is a door walking around
Eating grass without a sound
Freedom is a river where water flows
Were fishes swim
Where plants grow
You look at the stars and see they’re free
Like a flying bird to
A little bee
Freedom is not a human, it cannot be
But it’s many things
It’s many things just open your eyes
And you will see
From a plant growing up into a tree
From a captured bird being set free
Freedom is a lot, just look all around
It is just hidden somewhere waiting to be found
By Deontray Williams
[In Remembrance of my twin Deontrea Williams]
English (United States) 
