this rebel would refuse
      to live on
      bended knee
accept the penalty
of living with trees
peacefully - be a recluse
a fluttering leaf to this world
of power-addicted men
if not for her song and pen
and a young Orion
she in love spawned
with joy she cares
in duty bares
if not for the constant gentle breeze
and so she willingly
      bends her knees
      for now