When the wind blows I feel it
It speaks melodies to me
I scribble words quickly
When the wolves howl
I understand every need
This is my home
I feel free in this space
This is where I mark my thoughts
While the river flows
I’m in the waves floating
When the birds wake early
I sing notes alongside them
This is my life
Poetry permits the struggles
With the trees I grow
With animals departing
I walk against the earth
My mind becomes clear of everything
I know what I want to scrawl
Paper and pen in hand spoken lyrics find the way
Life here brings toils
Burial attending and my will
This: writing is my love