If I walk in the clouds it’s not my fault,
It is a necessity that manifests itself.
If I swim at sea is not my fault,
It is an increment to my essence;
In which it intersects with decency.
If I speak of air are the atoms that create
Roots in me – life is inevitable.
If I talk about the Earth it’s because its plants
Infuse me in this cadence
It is in this friendship that innocence flourishes.
CARTER B. REY