I lifted my Head up to the Sky for a few seconds…
I saw wonderful shapes of clouds announcing wheather’s forecast;
long tailed lines, white colored,
and then rounded like flowers of cotton.
I saw the artificial tail of a cloud shaped by an aeroplane.
I heard the blackbird talking about his territory.
I saw the fingers in the wings of the crow, flying above my head.
I heard the distant sirenes of an ambulance.
I felt the temperature falling.
I heard a child crying for its mother.
I saw the frog swimming in the pond.
I’m on Mother Earth.
I felt extremely happy.
I lifted my Head one more time.
The clouds shifted their color into bright orange, lazy in the sunset light.
And the frog was gone.