Country

I dream of my country’s lands,
They’re half a world away,
From suburban homes and gardens,
From where small children play

There’s peace inside her forests,
There’s no concrete on her ground,
Surviving flood, fire, fear,
Without the human sounds

I love my country’s secrets,
I love her whispering waves,
The trees that rustle secrets,
The darkness of the caves

And moments where there’s nothing,
But the cornflower sky and me,
Are the moments no one knows,
How suddenly you’re free.