9 am


I feel weightless while


The sounds in my ears

are like a gentle thunder


I am free under the

Shooshing water

Creating ripples as I

exhale small bubbles


Looking up, I see

A distorted vision

Of the land

We call home


Much like many people live


Focusing only on

Our next breath


Forgetting to


The beauty which

Surrounds us




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