Jules M.

Round,
With it's warn grip,
Once white,
Now browned by the dirty pavement.

Dropping from my hands,
Falling,
Up it came again.
Bouncing,
Creating a rythym.
Like the heart of a steady animal.

Each wooden plank,
Creaking beneath the foot,
How far does it go?
Walking over the green river,
Onto the sand,
That's all it was,
Sand and grassy  dunes.

All the way to the horizon,
Waves crash,

Every morning I would wake to a new surprise.
It could be snow, rain, a new school anouncement.
I thought it would always be the same.
I thought life would weave like a bendy dirt path in the forest.

The world exists in us,
With us.
The cold pushed us to warmth,
As it was clinging to life itself.
We live among all things,
Nature.

The heat draws us to your streams,
Rivers,Lakes,
Survival.

I want to fly but I can't, 
Stuck in the ground while the birds taunt me in the sky.
How high up would I be able to go?
Who knows, It's just a dream I will never achive.
My pollen gets blown into the wind, 

Every light that glows, 
Every word you whisper,
It's all apart of who you are,
And who your meant to be.

Every step you long to take,
Every path you walk,
It's all apart of who you are,