Skyward
Through tangled branches, I gaze, a canvas of azure spilled out, with clouds daubed in creamy white, a world that shifts with the light.
A breeze dances through leaves, carrying whispers of freedom, while shadows play on the ground, those small symphonies seldom heard.
In this expanse, I lose myself, becoming one with the vast, as the sun kisses the horizon, ending day with a fiery farewell.
- María Pizarro