sublimity of nature. breathing in.

I haven’t looked up at the sky in a while.
I no longer smile at the birds.
I abstain from feeling the petals of flowers.
I threw all my joy in the dirt.

The grass is prickly now.
The air is thin.
The trees are rough.
The leaves scratch my skin.
My happiness is gone so swiftly like the wind.
I wait for rain to wash the pain of breathing in.