Freedom of the world

          The dew from the grass kissed her shiny black shoes, making streaks of water across them. Her dress swam in the wind while her hair and the ribbon on her hat played tag around her face. The tall, dry grass sang to the light breeze and the sun, swaying to it's own tune. Spinning circles around her head, the birds laughed at the calm.
          Hands raised to the sky, she opened her mouth but did not say a word. Speaking her silent language she let herself join the world beneath her her feet. She held tight to the hope that she would one day be free.