The Bird Cage.

There is something sutil and beautiful in this picture. Is another hand made embroidery, I decided to framed in gold, is a victorian style cage.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wings in the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings with fearful trillof the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heardon the distant hill for the caged birdsings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

By Maya Angelou