Belonging Brown


Walking in the green and brown; its existence is my happiness
Leaves-bark-trees-bushes, dirt brown love is my soil
As the call reaches me, I fight the urge to answer.
I am not a part of this. I am not a part of this.
Wanting needing desperate, sadness so sharp
This wonder of beauty, not where I belong
As the call reaches me, again I fight the urge
The fight is not so strong now, my spirit changing to the brown
Of the pure rich world around, I am becoming new
Am I not a part of this? Am I not a part of this?
Realization hits me like lightning to the ground
I feel the wildness building; and the call sounds once more
I am a part of this!
I am a part of this!
I let loose my cry, the joy of my belonging
Nature is all, I am in all
I do belong
I do belong

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