and hit ground.I stare at tree.It stares back green.           (Come) LOOK!Kite is peeking at the sky.I open the package. (It is the present.)I feel the now again.My legs are hot—doesn’t matter. Can youfind tree? Sky crystal kisses me.Snow is moving under my feetlike a whisper. I soar likelights pushing out from you.I can’t tell; world is moving so slowly,I think I am flying. I move my headfrom side to sideand go back in.