The gates of her prison creaked, in came a ray of light.
A blessing from above, an answer to her plight.
Mist wrapped flowers bloomed, heaven sang with glee.
The time had come, for her soul to be free.
Clouds parted, wind cleared the way.
It was end of a long mayday.
The joyous bird finally felt it’s wings flatter.
Oh!!! How lovely was freedom,
A clear sky away from land’s clatter.