Freedom In a Frame

Once I saw a lovely frame Rough and Tumble was its name It was a captured moment of freedom A moment of nature at its peak. I saw the waves in this frame It's frenzy, won the dancing game Beautiful blue waters invading brown earth. The water is like a child; free Always expanding its width Yet it is nothing like man Because It's freedom cannot be restrained And it has no responsibility to chaos. It wrecks the beach Swallows the trees. It is excited at its freedom. Freedom again is as the wind That raises the dust into my eyes And scatters the dirt at the market place. Freedom is the black cloud that Travels with the rain scaring sunshine With rumbling sound. I was pleased how my mind's eye Read the captured moment of time; Nature in its reign But I was glad because it was Rather Freedom, in a frame.