Orlando

In the hand of an oak tree, a young girl lies See adventure swimming in violet eyes She couldn't tell you, but feels the weight of Something her poetry can't describe She tries to bury it in various love affairs But it only lessens with the growing out of her hair Her father tells her she isn't acting like the son Or the man to become his heir Oh Orlando You wait patiently For the world to reveal itself at your feet Self inflicted solitude, trapped at home Content to watch the days pass all alone You think you'll stay, but you won't After weeks of turmoil, she finally folds Goes to bed in the evening, by morning she's cold Mother Nature won't allow this so sends her sun To wash his loving warmth through her bones Awoken slumber, she looks herself up and down Her straight lines melted, her truest form has been carved out So with a smile she nods her head, knowing Her hidden self has become to sprout Oh Orlando You've finally found your feet Whirling words have settled down into a symphony Though torn from your roots, you've only grown Just like your oak tree back at home The world is yours to roam Start as a sapling, grow some more leaves Turn out as different from the other trees They grew in one shape, but yours is unique Now they're only jealous cos you dared to dream Ripped up your roots and you fell on the floor But picked yourself back up, said "I am destined for more" Published a poem you wrote from the core Don't bury this Orlando, let it soar You won your war Oh Orlando You've made quite the feat You became yourself in the 16th century Abandoned your breeches for bolder clothes Never afraid to make your name known Now look at all the seeds you've sown