Where ivy climbs and water falls
are stepping stones
that lead beyond my man-made walls
to lands unknown.
All obligations left behind,
in open spaces unconfined,
I'm like a seed in soft winds blown,
but not yet grown.

Bewitched by strains of lilting calls
of birds who've flown
away from where the city sprawls,
I've come alone
to find a freedom never found
where I am by life's duties bound,
and here I'll stay, a rolling stone --
till called back home.