It is a miracle that the caged bird sings, despite the fact he has a terrible existence. How can this exploited creature keep on singing when he continually beats his wing on the cruel bars and pain throbs in the old scars? Imagine how the bird feels when he is caged up and sees nature in all of its splendor on the outside. The bright sun shines, the soft wind stirring and the river flowing would make him feel more confined.