I want to touch soil
I want to touch earth
I want to touch the hearts of those who feel.
I'm thinking of where we live
I'm thiking of the ground beneath
O! How I wish there was mud under my feet.
I cherish all the green things I see
O! How I fear the bumble bee
I want to hear birds sing songs
But I'll need bird ears to understand and sing along.
I wish birds played guitar!
I want to smell the smell of mud
I love to be free.
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