Blades of grass shivered As the fingers of the wind strum A hum ever soft and hauntingly serene Sweetest song my heart reluctantly would welcome
I stare into the minuscule expanse of land The horizon does not exist far here... But still my eyes would stretch To see the obscured very clear
All alone save for the company of a lone tree And the jovial chirps of annoying birds On this island with very little space Trying to find comfort in ill-arranged words
My eyes do see but my heart remains obstinate Beauty of the universe would always invite I could just jump and join in its merriment But... I am just a tethered kite
I'd want to rise to the highest skies To be one with the nature's song, composed and tuned Alas bound to a string, I can only go so far I am my own island, *helpless and marooned...