Freedom is the wind that blows,

Across the fields where wildflowers grow,

It sings in rivers, pure and wide,

And dances with the ocean's tide.

It’s in the laughter, in the skies,

In every breath we realize,

That all we seek in endless chase,

Lives in the moment, in its grace.

Happiness, a gentle flame,

Flickers in the heart untamed.

Not in riches, gold, or fame,

But in the simple, honest name.

Of days spent under sunlit trees,

Of whispers carried on the breeze,

In love that asks for nothing back,

In peace, we find what we once lacked.

For freedom gives the soul its wings,

And happiness the song it sings.

Together, they make life complete,

In every step, in every beat.