Yearnings Version III

I am the voice of the wind from the ether space

Princess of Akash, daughter of the Black Race.

I am also the tree outside your window

freedomless, it seems, trapped in the winter snow;

unmoveable I be

and if you saw me (with other eyes) you'd know

where in life to flow.

They say groundedness is key

in finding where at to be,

but if you did not know 

of my sorrow:

I am formless in the mind of the winter itself

no definition in its eyes, an almost lifeless welp.

I am the one whose leaves are indeed the Afro,

but how can I grow? while in this snow?