Freedom

Freedom is beautiful,
It is wild,
It is the stars,
Over a mountain,
Water spilling,
Through the jungle.
I saw freedom once.
It was a bare foot,
Pressed against,
A mossy stone.
I felt freedom once.
It was rough,
And left dirt on my palm.
I heard freedom once.
It was a howl,
Tangled in the wind.
I smelled freedom once.
It was hot like spices,
And sweat,
On callused skin.
I tasted freedom once.
It was salt water,
And jalapeño peppers.
I was free once.