poem

1. Tree talk and wind song are
The language of my mother
Her music does not leave me.

2. Let me taste again the cane
The syrup of the earth
Sugar fields were once my home.

3. I would lie down in the fields
And never get up again
(Tree talk and wind song
Are the language of my
mother
Sugar fields are my home.)

4. The leaves go on whispering secrets
As the wind blows a tune in the
grass
My mother’s voice is in the fields.
This music cannot leave me.