Hills and mountains rise in the distance.
Peaks may reach above the clouds.
Swirls of wind and gusts of air.
Greenery growing like wisps of hair.
Stretching toward the sky unknown.
Rooted to the ground that’s home.
Water flowing down, down, down.
Paths of motion toward the ground.
Little rivers full of hope.
Up above and far below.
Choices flowing with each slope.
Things known and things to know.
This or that, then or now.
I flow and fall in a careful current.
I select the path I explore.
I step in and I step out.
The sky becomes the floor.
A different view where water flows.