Freedom

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Freedom
Once bound by the chains of a circus's hold,
A tiger dreamt of stories untold.
Underneath the canvas, his heart would ache,
Longing for freedom by a tranquil lake.

One moonlit night, he slipped from his cage,
Fueled by a burning, insatiable rage.
Paws silent as shadows, he moved with grace,
Vanishing swiftly without a trace.

The forest welcomed him, a refuge vast,
Leaving behind his sorrowful past.
Through tangled thickets and whispering trees,
He followed the scent of the fresh, wild breeze.

Then at dawn's light, the lake did appear,
Mirrored surface, serene and clear.
A realm of still waters, a tranquil embrace,
Reflected the joy that lit his face.

No more the roar of the crowds, the whip's cruel crack,
No more the burden of the circus's track.
In the lake’s gentle lap, he found his rest,
A heart untethered, his spirit blessed.

Freedom's song in the rustling leaves,
A symphony the wilderness weaves.
The tiger lay down by the water's edge,
Beneath the sheltering willow hedge.

In his amber eyes, a newfound spark,
Gone was the pain, gone was the dark.
With each passing day, he roamed free,
A testament to what life could be.

For once a tiger of the circus grim,
Now a sovereign of the forest's whim.