I spread my longing wings
Towards the blue space.
Harder I pull the strings
Even tighter it becomes.
My feathers turn red,
Salty liguid covered face,
I cry, I shout from my bed.
All in vain, nothing happens.
I dream of moon, also stars,
Over the trees and the clouds.
The smell of sea and corals,
Sound of wave, water splash.
Slowly calmly I open my eyes
No, nothing real, just dreams.
My fins are torn, wings are weak.
I am vulnerable, I feel sick.
My roots are bound to ground,
Leaves are now yellow and red
My tiny white flowers have left,
Not coming back for their best.
My eyes are dry, heart is numb,
I can't move but can't be clam.
The pain is burning my chest,
I can only hope to forever rest.
