Bridge.

Swinging in the breeze.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Longing to reach the ground.
Bathed in the scent of after rain.
Swimming in the new grown leaves.
Sitting there, twiddling my thumbs.
Playing with my skin.
Clean.
Pretty.
The roar drowns out my mind.
My thoughts dimmed.
Calm.
Pure.
Nothing can bother me.
Nothing.
Graceful.
It floats.
Amidst the air.
Strong.
Secure.
Like towers shading me from the rays.
Cold concrete is so much more.