A poem by Zephaniah.

“How I long to be as free as a bird,

Hopping among the leaves,

Gliding from tree to tree,

The entire world is my playground,

The work of others is my feed,

I see and bask in all of creation, and its creativity,

Its energy. Come rain, sun or storm,

I’m always reminded that I am free.

Then I stopped looking at the bird in my garden,

And I’m reminded that the bird is me.”