I want to be an old soul
And a child
An ocean and a brook
A mountain and a stone
I want my feet planted like roots
Deep in the bowels of the earth
To be one and apart
I want my soul like a bird
Alight with every sight and sound
And breeze and scent on the wind
To know your thoughts
Without knowing
To move like a river without will
As free as a child who skips
To the music in her mind
As steadfast as a tree
Which grows in all weather.
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