She woke up and thanked the light of the sun for letting her breathe deeply before the day even begun. Woken to laughter and joy emanating from restricted bodies in their respective cages showed her that it wasn’t where you were, but who you became from it. Every gift has not been tied with a bow and some brought her so low she wished she were six feet underneath the rock blanketed by the night’s stars. The moments when she was deep down, wooden caskets deteriorated to free a changing body. The debris paved the way to aid in the growth of rainbow eucalyptus trees breathing fresh life into the birds and their tiny, fast-beating hearts. That way, when the flood came, her soul would fly to the atmosphere of this spherical planet that took you places and brought you back.
Little Secrets
