You are smiling,
Perhaps you are feeling the thirst.
I am observing,
Unwilling to utter my words.
I’m a snake,
I’m retaining my calm.
Sit a bit closer, and
You’ll learn of what I’ve become.
I know warmth of a stone,
I know color and smell.
But when birds a rising above me,
I spend centuries wishing them well,
I’m a snake,
I’m retaining my calm.
Sit a bit closer, and
You’ll learn of what I’ve become.
Sometimes I chase them away;
Sometimes my singing is nice.
Sometimes I attempt to hide in the corner,
Quiet-down and meet my demise,
But I’m a snake,
I’m retaining my calm.
Sit a bit closer, and
You’ll learn of what I’ve become.
You are smiling,
It seems, you await my reply –
Stretch you hands; I will show you
Transition of trees into ashes;
I’m a snake,
I’m retaining my calm.
Look at your palms - now
You know what I’ve become.