Trees uprooted, leafing

Water flowing freely

Dripping all around

 

She whispers so discreetly

With no feet upon the ground

 

Floating around, so freeing

Nothing to tether, just receiving

Moon’s coming down

Up to misconceiving

 

She whispers so discreetly

Rising above the sound

 

The sands of time so fleeting

The hours and seconds spin

Out of control, then back back again

 

She whispers so discreetly

The power of the pen