A lonely guy one day sat the bench by water.
And, started to think what’s the story of the bird that one was facing him ?
He started dream himself as a bird….
FREE and BIG one….
Flying all over the mountains, bridges, train trails, cities and gardens.
Nothing stops him, nothing judges him
All he, himself and his wings. Like a torch of freedom.
Wind is touching his face, Trees are opening up their branches and welcoming his presence.
Smells of Mother Nature is taking him peace…
That moment he understood
The bird he is facing is His Soul
Waiting his touch and Rise and Fly
Rise and Fly….