Frankie Deverell-Jones
When I was little, I thought I could fly. Jumped from the air, And fell from the sky. Since then, survival mode, For me and the Earth. Think it’s about time, We learnt what it’s worth. I need nature’s calm, To make me feel safe. A blanket of birdsong, Is my tranquil space. The buzz of the bees, And sound of the trees, It’s something we can’t replace. When I was little, I thought I could fly. And now, much older, Not ready to say goodbye.