I can spin
With my feet on the ground
My head in the sky
And I feel like I am falling
Tumbling down
Without moving.
I can swim
Through the clouds
Surrounded by blue
And fish that fly too
But roots pull me down
To the ground.
I can swing
Through the branches
Made of steel
And cold metal
My feet drag through water
Frozen and powder.
I can speed
Down a mountain
Cold and exciting
And land in a meadow
Soft
And inviting.
I can stay
In this realm
Of dry water
And cold fire
But never forever
For that shall never come.