A/N: I wrote this whilst sat in the little garden area in the hospital, i had just found out my cancer had stopped responding to treatment and i felt oddly calm, as if i was almost free. It unnerved me.
The breeze is warm and gentle
The sky is light and clear
This moment is sentimental
A memory I shall hold dear
The air is hot and dry
The sun beats down on me
And as I look up to the sky
I marvel at all I see
The birds are soaring and swooping
Their merry wings flapping away
I watch their young looping
For I know I will join them someday
The birds are happy and free
Flying high above the ground
As happy as they could possibly be
Their cries of joy are heard from all around
One day I'll be there, you'll see
One day You'll be flying with me
One day I'll be happy and free
One day I'll be free to be me.
Let me know what you think if you want, you don't have to though.