Locked , rooted to the spot
I was entrapped cold yet blood hot.
Roots from the soil wound up my thighs
My birds escaped me and took off to the skies.
The words flew about the pages
As important as the words of sages.
I could not move I was lost
They told me open the pages at your cost.
Curiosity I could not contain
I was captivated I felt no pain.
All at once I was lifted into the sky
Up into the grey where my birds did fly
Wind in my hair no fear I was no more I could not die.
Then down , down in to the tomb
Lost forever , seen no more gone,no home.
willowdot21 
