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