I Can’t Sit Still


Like the wind that dances through the needles of every pine tree in the forest
I can’t sit still
The way not a single drop of rain stays in one place after it falls and rolls off a leaf
I can’t sit still
Just like when blades of grass stretch and reach towards the sunlight, growing little by little
I can’t sit still
The way ants, birds, and bees, work tirelessly, hardly resting, just to stay alive
I can’t sit still.
Like the clouds that drift from one side of the sky to the other, hardly noticed.
I can’t sit still.
The way blood flows through our veins, and air fills our lungs only to immediately leave them.
I can’t sit still.
Just like every day that hurries to become the new day, I can’t sit still.
And only once I’ve felt the wind, watched the pine trees dance, and counted rain drops as they fall from leaves.
Only once I’ve heard the birds sing, disturbed ants just to watch them scurry, and laid in grassy meadows with blades as tall as I am.
And until I have no more blood running through my veins, and no more air filling my lungs,
I can’t sit still.

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