Nature's Son

I can do what I want

Because I breathe oceans

I blink to put stars to bed

I cough out gusts.

No man can stop me

When I’m the mountain

With my mouth made up from valleys

And a voice from the forest.

My feet were made for moving

So I crawl toward sanity

Ever inching to my home

While my Mother still weeps. 

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