A Bird Isolated But Freed

One time on my way home, as I patiently waited for other tricycle riders to arrive, I spent my time observing the sky. The clouds were in cirrus form and the sun had set. I noticed these things, however, these weren't the first that caught my eyes. My gaze was first drawn to, not a flock of birds flying together, but a bird flying alone. The scene was somehow a rarity to me since I am used to seeing flock of birds flying up high, not a lone bird flying in the sky. I ended up supposing, perhaps that bird was physically disparate. Perhaps, it was nonidentical to the others, say its kind wasn't similar to others, reason why it was isolated. The bird may be isolated but in the lowest degree, it was free.
In reality, we are like birds.

Floor's A Bed of Roses

As hours passed, I grew completely exhausted  As my eyes looked to floor, it did become my cynosure  And in my surprise, the brownish surface  It turned to sweet red, roses were in bed.  I wanted to lay down, let tiredness be gone  Let me devour the beauty of the floor.  

 

Last last week, we, I and my fellow classmates, spent most of our time during classes practicing our speech choir. "We have to win." That's the goal which in our minds was inculcated. Our determination were fired. We had to prove our class worthy. Due all of this, rehearsals were ceaseless. Boundless energy and enthusiasm were given and shown. Without a shadow of doubt, this made everyone knackered at the end. Left all of us drenched in sweat. I looked down on to the floor. On account for extreme tiredness, I severely wanted to lay down on there as if it was a bed of roses that its appearance excited my nerves. After few minutes, I can't resist it anymore. I lied down on the floor, disregarding how I look from others' eyes. If felt like the floor sipped the stinky fluid out of my stinky body. Lying down quiescently, I felt so relaxed.
In reality, when we are in overmuch in need,