I belong to all the water
That never made it to the ocean
I belong to the falling stars
Cast out of their inky heaven
And I belong to the hidden places
The green grass never seen nor
touched by a careless mortal hand
I exist inside the earth and out of it
My home is a brick house with 4 rooms
But my soul calls to the mountains
To the oceans and the skies
She longs to listen to trees
She longs to sing with the sparrows
She longs
She longs
She longs