Focus doesn’t come much as of late,

So I’ve taken to gazing out the windows,

Finding joy when I see the trees

I see myself running along the branches,

Hopping from place to place,

Weightless and ever balanced,

Lying in a bed of leaves

And I start to hear the birds chirping,

Start to smell it in the air.

I imagine falling,

And never being scared.

So I snuck away today at recess,

And crawled behind a bush,

Watched people playing,

Hidden in the brush.

And a little something inside me,

Started to release,

Only for the bell to ring,

Time caught up with me.