Mist in my hot rain

i saw a bird ,
flu away from my blue sky .
i saw a tree ,
big and tough enough .
that place is a home .
for the birds , the leaf and my imaginary friends .
every morning , when the sun shining up .
i start my new day , with a smile .
and i can hear a giggles of 10 years old little girl .
running down to the lake , fishing with her dad .
i wish i can be like her . but ,
i cant . i stuck in this revolutionaries .
no more bird , no more tree .
i wish i can be free .