She stands on the cliff

The waves, gray and white

pound on the rock,

Unbound and majestic

The wind whips her hair

Fresh, warm, salty.

Carrying the cries of the gulls.

Promising freedom,

demanding change

Uncharted waters call, 

A siren's song.

With clouds rolling in,

Vultures circling above,

Sharks wandering below,

She jumps from her cage.

And flies away, a free bird.