Once in a kingdom surrounded by green, a tower stood hidden, rarely seen. Within it, Rapunzel gazed out far, wishing upon the bright evening star.

Her golden hair would glow and shine, whenever she sang, oh so fine. Yet her heart felt a tug, a call to the wild, the desire in her chest, forever mild.

She'd weave tales in her room up high, imagining clouds as sheep in the sky. But stories in her mind could not replace, the longing she felt for the open space.

One day, a bird perched upon her sill, and sang a tune that gave her a thrill. 'Oh birdie,' she sighed, 'you're free to roam, while I'm all alone in here, my home.'

The bird chirped and fluttered its wing, as if it knew her heartfelt sting. 'Dear Rapunzel, if you so wish, I could show you more than this.'

Her eyes grew wide with joyful glee, 'Could it be true, could I be free?' The bird nodded and sang a special tune, that made her hair dance to its gentle croon.

Magic swirled and the locks rippled, her room transformed, and she giggled. The bird's song revealed a hidden door, where none had ever been before.

Curiosity sparked, she stepped with care, down a winding stair, into open air. 'I’m outside!' she laughed, twirling around, her feet finally touching the ground.

With the bird as her guide, she roamed and she played, through the forests and meadows, unafraid. She found secrets, nymphs, and talking trees, which whispered to her the world's mysteries.

But as the sun set, painting the sky, a pang of longing made her sigh. She missed her tower, her own little nook; so back they went, as the night air shook.

Now, each day is filled with new thrills, adventures vast, like the rolling hills. But when the stars twinkle, signaling night, Rapunzel returns home, her heart light.

She sings now, a song of joy and wonder, her hair aglow, as her voice does not blunder. 'Adventure’s sweet,' she hums soft and clear, 'but home is the heart, and always near.'