To be engulfed in the swell of natural flow
and fleeting above all transit
To be one with the atmosphere
and ever changing

To feel and know
without becoming your own
is to be free

For we who are bound to earthly soil
are rooted in our growth
And those who look down upon us
from an atmospheric lens
can change with the winds of fate

I wish to migrate
with the changing air pressure
And follow warmth to levity
I wish for
a natural compass
Telling me
Exactly
Where I belong