i can smell the sap from the oak tree outside my window.
it is still growing, still looking up at the sky and thinking,
"i will reach you".
i can see the foxes burrow into the ground outside my window.
they are young and curious, still finding their place in the world and thinking,
"all this is my own".
i can hear the bees buzzing about outside my window.
their hive is large and fierce, the warriors flying about and thinking,
"we will die protecting our home".
oh, how i wish to know where i was going, what i am doing, what i am supposed to do.
how i wish to touch the sky, make the whole world my own, and protect it until i die and think,
"i made use of myself".
i can feel the breeze outside my window.
it calls to me, urging me to join in its journey and whispering,
"open up your window".
