This Is Mine

I can bend back and reach the days

When everything was new

When witches were birds that lived in trees

When dreams were movies God made for me

I talked to dogs, I knew why trees and kids cried

Why snow was white, why people died

In show and tell I talked about the shapes of clouds

And all the schoolyard angels who protected me

I am here And this is mine

I'm everywhere Flying in line

Always looking for a place to rest

I hid in trees and built my nest

I made my nest of buried things

And the roots ran like secrets through six year rings

I found that secret places were better places

Nicer places that villains could not find I do not lie,

these places are mine

Now I lean and bend to where I begin and end

I am here And this is mine

I'm everywhere

Flying in line, in line I am here

And this is mine I'm everywhere Flying in line