I Am a Tussock

I am a tussock, lying alone Alone on the ground, unfound Mating the solitude, some pebbles and a stone I am a tussock, lying alone Wind carries me in its lap Make me witness, mountains and seas I touch veins, falling from high trees Floats on the blue mirror, with lilies grown I am a tussock, lying alone To the world of shine and fame I am useless, no identity no name But I am happy to be unknown I am a tussock, lying alone I am nothing, nothing to be noticed And thus, free from restrictions, obligations Free from expectations, free from relations Do voyages in a manner of my own I am a tussock, lying alone