There by a path in the woods you are found,
Reaching three white arms to the green-choked sky;
Inching to be free but to Earth you're bound,
Like a star fallen to land from on high;
Lovely as a dove with snow wings outspread,
In the depths, lost far beneath the tall tree,
Until the sun falls upon your white head--
Maybe someday you will fly and be free.
--1997
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