2021

Jumping in the day and night, up and down, left and right.  

Every time I jump the leaves get closer, as ground gets farther away. 

I feel the soft sky but never touch the puffy clouds, then descend  back down to the artificial ground once again. 

I hear the hum of nature surrounding me as a soft blanket and end my train of thoughts to listen to it’s call.

I can smell the upcoming of a new spring,  a new day, of a new year.