I try to write on the sky
so at least my words can be free
to fly
far far away
but they become trapped
between the birds and the trees
surrounded by feathers and green
so I try to write on the leaves
that blow so beautifully in the wind
but they are trapped again
caught amongst the branches
not even my words can escape
they too are trapped
so I write in the soil
grounded to earth
endlessly stuck