{Dust Storm} Mesa, AZ Fine Art Photographer

But still, like dust, I'll rise.
-Maya Angelou

{Behind the fence} Minneapolis, MN Nature Photography

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky....

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own....

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for
the caged bird

sings of freedom.

-Maya Angelou
{I know why a caged bird sings}