As I stare up at the sky, through squinted eyes.

Seeing sparkles dance, wondering what they are.

Next to the cotton candy clouds, my face surrounded by grass.

I lay there and wonder if I would ever want blink.

or this sight was too beautiful to miss a second.

Gazing away from the sky I see the thick vines.

Of the droopy willow trees that stand side-by-side.

With a flame erupting in my eyes, I feel monkey genes start to kick in.

I gripped the vines like Tarzan and began to swing.

The leaves tearing off as I start to loose my grip.

As I buzz off the leaves like a razor on hair.

I fall into the creamy mud along a trickling steam.

Ignoring the burning I felt in my hands.

I wiped the algae off my blue jean pants.

I inhale the oxygen that flows through my blood.

Pumping to my ears filling them with sounds of doves.

The chirps that fade throughout the wind.

With the bubbles of the steam that pop from the fish.

But as you go underwater you cannot fail to see.

The colorful scales on the hundreds of fish beneath.

Mingling with others without a care in the world.

They play in the sand, mixed with dirt and flora.

Feeling the curiosity itching my back like a tag.

I reach for my laces, unraveling the knot in half.

As I poke my toes in the sweet cold water.

Not a care in the world but this amazing hour.

The hand on the clock keeps on ticking.

hile I sit there praying moments like this are given.