Freedoms Wings

There was a Bald Eagle sitting,
In the highest of the tree.
That overlooked a place.
Where a destructive moment had taken its part.
Where once a luscious forest grew,
Now nothing but broken trees and shrubs.
And in a tree with broken branches.
Is where this eagle made its home.
I see him everyday.
Only a little inspiration.
To see him sitting there.
In the saddest looking tree.
Makes me think to myself.
That we really don't need anything,
To be free.