The Soloist
I’m singing behind the trunk
I’m hiding in the foliage
You can’t see me,
You can’t see me.
The breeze was ornamented, by my wings.
The sunlight was painted, by my plume.
You can’t see me,
You can’t see me.
The tree is my stage, and you are my audience.
I’m the elegant soloist of the forest.
But!
You can’t see me,
You can’t see me.