I stand at the top of the trees
From here I see everything
I feel everything
The touch of the rough bark scratching my skin
The softness of the leaves brushing my cheek
The air caressing my face
The coolness of it relaxes the spirit
Above me
Birds whistle
They sing
High notes
Low notes
I feel the sun
Finding its way
Through the leaves
Warming me
In the distance
A brook
Fast-moving
In my mind’s eye
I can see the fish
Swimming
Touching the surface
Enjoying the feast of bugs
I see the water
Ripple, froth, and bubble
A squirrel brings me back to the tree
He runs across my fingers
His fur looks soft
But feels coarse to the touch
I reach out to touch him again
But only the tips of my finger reach him as he scurries away
In the tree I am free
I can soar like the bird
I open my arms wide
I catch the breeze and
Let the wind carry me to my next destination
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