In The Presence of Freedom

The shadow of the giant

With the girl soaring beside it

The strong arms of a man

Mustering all of hid strength

Into the Swing

Cautiously, stepping slowly

Approaching the giant

Watching as the girl jumps off

She shuffles her feet forward

On the rope, then on her way up

Finally feeling

The freedom

 Of a bird

Blustering wind, and

Racing the breezes to

Try and keep up

Whistling howling to her ear

But then

A new goal to triumph

The tips of her fingers

Inches away from the branches

Way up to the top

The tinniest touch

Brushes against spidery legs

Of the giant

The awestruck face

Finishes with a smile

Spreading from ear to ear and

Her feet dragging on the dirt

Green flip flops covered in dust

She grins as she sprang

Off the wooden bench suspending

In midair by

The worn rope

Gradually walking away

Two words, thank you

Curious eyes lingering

Only for a moment

Then

She turns her back

On the presence of freedom