it's official

wild and free
like the winds of change
straighten things out
but they still look strange
absent
but the sky is still blue
a cloud here or there
or maybe even two
years without
sun in eyes
listen close
might still hear the cries
down below
but above his perch
need some fire
peel pieces from the birch
tree white unlike
the other trees brown
so far above it all
how can he be down
to earth
with real sun artificial
he used to race with the rest
he's done, it's official...