Where the planes fly with comfort overhead

Clouds fit precisly in between the trees

Where you can stretch your legs to infinity

Above the ground but not too high

Where ponds lie all around

Hearing the wind blow through leaf

Where green brown and blue have never looked so good

And the insects are not a harm

Where you limbs are family with all other timbs

This is where I sit seeing the sun bounce off the wood

This is is where my mouth feels fresh air

Flowing in and out, in and out

No numbers exist here

Just the clouds

The sky

The trees the bugs the grass the water the plants

And me

Only if you could see this certainty

Like Shakespeare was sure of tragedy

And the reneissance people painted the walls