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
Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
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
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