breathe in,
breathe out
and the trees will remain
the bright, glowing sky
of sheer turbulence
and graceful beauty
setting ablaze
to the world underneath
will greet, twice, each morn
and every descent.
the birds will compose
and fill the air with streaking chirps
of soft lavenders and warm oranges
shadows will skip and tumble,
and I can fall into softness
and into peace
knowing all I
have to do
is to
be