JON PAUL ............... THE SPIRIT OF FREEDOM

In the realm where dreams take flight,
Resides the Spirit of Freedom, pure and bright,
A force untamed, wild and strong,
In the hearts of all, where it belongs.

It dances on the winds of change,
In every soul, it finds its range,
A beacon of hope in darkest night,
Guiding us towards the light.

In the vast expanse of the sky,
The Spirit of Freedom soars high,
Breaking chains of doubt and fear,
Embracing all that we hold dear.

It whispers in the rustling trees,
Carried on the wings of bees,
In every river’s flowing stream,
The Spirit of Freedom gleams.

So let it reign, let it shine,
In every corner, yours and mine,
For in its essence, we are one,
Boundless and free, under the sun.

In the silence of the mountain’s peak,
The Spirit of Freedom finds the meek,
It calls to those who seek the truth,
And guides them through the trials of youth.

In the depths of the ocean’s blue,
The Spirit of Freedom sails anew,
It weaves through coral, swims with grace,
A symbol of strength in every place.

It lingers in the laughter of a child,
In the eyes of the wise and mild,
A timeless force, forever true,
The Spirit of Freedom, within me and you.

So let it echo in every land,
A melody played by nature’s hand,
In the tapestry of life, it weaves,
The Spirit of Freedom never leaves.

In the whispers of the ancient trees,
The Spirit of Freedom hums with ease,
A song of courage, a song of might,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

In the dance of the flames so bright,
The Spirit of Freedom shines its light,
A beacon of hope, a guiding star,
Leading us to who we truly are.

In the stillness of the desert sand,
The Spirit of Freedom takes a stand,
Unyielding, unwavering, strong and true,
In every heart, it lives and grew.

In the heartbeat of a newborn’s cry,
The Spirit of Freedom reaches high,
A promise of a future bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.

In the laughter of the old and wise,
The Spirit of Freedom never dies,
It whispers in the winds that blow,
In every seed that starts to grow.

In the bonds that tie us hand in hand,
The Spirit of Freedom takes its stand,
Uniting hearts in love and peace,
In every soul, it finds release.

In the echoes of history’s call,
The Spirit of Freedom stands tall,
A testament to the human soul,
A timeless force that makes us whole.

So let it echo, let it ring,
The Spirit of Freedom, soaring wing,
In every moment, every choice,
In the symphony of our collective voice.
In the vastness of the starlit sky,
The Spirit of Freedom soars up high,
A symphony of dreams and grace,
Embracing all, in every place.

So let it flow, let it be,
The Spirit of Freedom, wild and free,
In every breath, in every stride,
Guiding us with unwavering pride.

JPPD