The singing bird has been caged. It's fed well...very well so that it looks in its best of health. It's feathers are groomed each day so that it looks its best.
But how can they feed its soul which is starving and dying each and every day a slow and painful death ? How can they possibly groom the wings of its spirit which is withering away with every passing day ?
The big blue sky overlooking the cage and the bird inside it awaits helplessly and prays that some day the bird will gather the strength and the courage to break open the cage and set its soul and spirit free. And that day the singing bird will soar up the sky and will fly to places where it wants to go and explore and will sing to its heart content, its melody filling the air and the big blue sky reveling in the melodious air.
