Emily Winters                                                                                                                    

Far

A million faces I can see,

Through darkened windows I can be;

Under painted bridges can I walk,

Through grated screens shall I talk.

By the coast I shall lie,

In the brick I will soon die.

Wildflowers do I feel grow,

Through the soil I hear them sow;

Trees whisper in forest air,

Can we listen, can we care?

Draining and giving roots are,

Life can we sense from far.