hush

I am of the Earth; daughter of the trees
I am of the Sky; transparent as the wind
And I too sing
but it's quiet like a whisper
like the soft murmur
of a thought that crossed
your mind one late Sunday night
just before slumber claimed your mind

I am not from here; yet I don't belong over there
Past the river and the mountains; a stranger even there
And I too sing
but within bounds
like being trapped inside a cage
of golden rods and staves
your very own thoughts dissolve
in a distant meadow that's never been adored

I am of the Earth, and I am not from here or over there
I am of the sky, I feel the limit should be there
And I too sing
In hopes of being heard
Like the caged bird I will dream of skies
Of distant oceans with no flags
You're even dreaming of it now
Just like you've always done before