The Caged Wings

I was walking into a garden  That resembles the Eden. With flowers and fruits  hanging by the grooves. I looked to my right, a pond with ducks hanging by the side. They wiggled around their huts, eating fish and sitting in the mud. I walked toward a gate, decorated with birds on stage. With flowers leaving an alluring fragrance, I arrived at a cage-like entrance. A man-made paradise, with swans in black and white, Swimming in the lake with grace and delight. Walked towards a bridge, with a waterfall and bright-coloured Koi fish. I left the cage with awe and grace, But deep inside I felt a rage. I marched towards a bewitching cave, with chains and a net that closed the grave. Bright and beautiful macaws on flight, hanging to the dome and crying with might. A beautiful paradise in sight for the sapiens, a locked prison for the winged maidens. They sang a melancholic song, Living in agony, its grasp so strong. I left the cage in utter dismay, a song in my heart left to repay. The small beaks trying to break, the iron cage that held their freedom at stake. I wish to go back again, To free those wings from the pain. Yet my hands were tied, Just like caged wings, my soul died.