Your World

Look at that world
the bird looking at me
and me
looking at that bird
Then we look at the tree

Does it see what I see?
I doubt it
Yellow lives on the
edge of falling
Sisters yet to come

Gods walk by unnoticing
and the bird sings a song
Knowing what I see
yet unseen to him

In every leaf that falls
it's you I see
The blue sky behind
it's you I see

A smile from the Willow tree
is yours
The sound of swans chattering
your laugh
There is no exit
from your place
But I'm not banging on the door
either.