To climb a tree, and hang upside-down from a sturdy branch
Look at the world from a different point of view
Swing back and forth over the leafy ground
Feel the fragrant air blow through your hair
And over your liberated skin
To run though a meadow of long thick grass that’s never been cut
Thousands of tiny flowers clustered in some
Pointalistic painting of the season
Breathe their scent as though they never meant
To be seen among the leaves, just smelt.
To jump in a lake from off a rope tied to a willow tree
Arc through the splash of your friend who has already
Plunged into the cold water and is
Halfway down to the muddy ground to
Scoop up a handful of proof
Out in the rain, shouting and singing at the top of your voice
Running through puddles reflecting the stormy skies
Turning cartwheel after cartwheel between the drops
The pure taste on your tongue with the mist from your lungs
All washing the lack of the sun away.
Swaying in the moonlight, so silvery bright
Under the stars, the jewels of the night
Sleeping and dreaming visions of eternity
While the universe imagines some eventual serenity.
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