I am the skyline
I can breathe in white clouds
While my skin brushes seaweed
I am the level of the birds
Facing feathered faces
With our legs underwater
I swim through nature's history
The trees will remember me
As they do all the creatures
Learning how to
Bridge the elements
Under their boughs.
Copyright LJ 2020
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