It was there, over my head in the swamp,
That I met the dancing wind.
With a speed that rushed the world past
as I stood still, I was inspected, rejected,
Passed over as a dinner treat.
Who was I to walk there in another world?
Who was I to seek secrets?
I spun on my heels looking for power.
Turned quickly to spy the motion I felt,
more than saw.
Dancing on my tip toes, I tried to follow.
Not for me, the race through the trees,
Not for me, the freedom to fight, to fly.
Oh, but envious eyes I did cast
after the lord of the sky.
Ann WJ White 