I Know Not I

A step, a quiet echo, And a lonely lullabye The softly swaying branches Crashing waves, a soundless sigh The noose that hangs there, low It cries and weeps, You pass it by. The wind, it whispers cold to you, the words: “I wonder why.”

The seed, it sits in soil, Where it doesn’t strain or try; It’s patient as the hot sun And at peace with being dry. It waits until the water drips, As skies begin to cry Its heart it beats a simple song, it sings: “I know not I.”