Swoosh

Puff. Puff.
The rainstorm’s a-coming
A cloud covered sky

The air is
Thick
The sky is
Gray
The wind

I’m blown
To the misty mountain top of the mountain peak
Where the snow can
Fall
Like
Tiny specs of
Beauty
Avalanche

Green, the
Spring smelling of
Air
Out of the lake
The trees, there is
A bird

Flies through the spring
Flies to the mountain
Flies above the clouds

Where it is
Shhhhhhhh.