I’d rather be lithe and living amongst the trees, climbing with a song,
dancing barefoot on oak limbs.
I’d rather fall
onto soft tufts of greenish yellow grassy fields than onto mute, solid cement,
in a place where nobody lets loose, just stalking the setting the sun,
sulking with their cigarettes, their achy feet and fast food binging lullabies.
Pounding pavement,
dissing the greens,
does not appeal to me.
I’d rather be
climbing the cool pines,
breathing in their musky scent,
wandering out of the rain,
napping and seeking joy with no refrain.
I’d rather be climbing
than staying on the ground
or having my feet dangling
from peaks upon the clouds.
This post was inspired by a piece on my friend’s Jaya’s WordPress. If you haven’t read her work, you definitely should π
Dawning Creations 
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