I was Wild

I was wild

I was taught to hear by trees
Laying listless under the rustle, listening to them play.
I was taught to see by the sun
Watching it wiggle on watery ripples washing away.
I was taught to speak by the crocus
Rebelling to break the silence of Winter’s frozen day.
I was taught to feel by the grass
Holding my skin in its vast, soothing-cool sway.

I was raised by the trees and creek and crocus.
I grew among them, fed by the same sun.
I ran wild with them, driven by the same restlessness.