Fancy-Free
What does it mean, the saying, 'fancy-free'?
Perhaps, like Nature's pure tranquility...
unhindered choice to carry on, agree
in simple ways that rule Earth's land and sea?
Blue skies and clouds that drift by so carefree
while winding streams meander endlessly;
or animals that thrive instinctively
without confines that plague humanity?
Is that the meaning of this 'fancy-free',
or are those words mere wishful fantasy?
For even Nature's ruled by God's decree
of order with His law of gravity,
that makes Sun tether Earth and guarantee
she does not drift into eternity.
This 'fancy-free'...a dream or silly plea...
to want to live life uncommittedly?
April 28, 2017
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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