The trees all bow to you there
The sun knows that it is welcome
And it graciously gives me smiles
I wear them like overalls
My feet meet clay
I can tell I was born here
That this is the clay
This is the clay that bore me
And I want to scream, “WAIT”
Because you all are missing this
This is the meaning
Or at least the place where meaning is found
In this moment
The ground feels cool and ripe with ideas
With art
With love
(With youth and pain)
With feelings
I’d know this place anywhere
Like a caged bird knows it has a nest
Out there
somewhere
And I want to whisper (wait)
Because to yell at this place
Would crumble it and me to the ground
This is were my soul lives
Because the trees all bow to you there
And the sun knows it is always welcome