Looking from the thirteenth floor <br />the gardener flutters like an orange bee <br />the tractor moves like a giant toy <br />trees move like dark horses <br />with manes spread out in the wind <br />a sparrow flies across the last horizon <br />I can see the blue blue sky only. <br /> <br />Like an invalid confined to his bed <br />I watch on and on <br />All I can see the wind <br />wind again wind again wind only <br />then long lasting silence. <br /> <br />Look behind and beyond <br />before you leap from the <br />thirteenth floor <br />into the bluest horizon.<br /><br />Daisy Pereira<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thirteenth-floor-2/
