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