peering down
through tiny holes
an entire universe
full of friends and foes

the land is green
and all around
one tiny movement
creates a large sound

the wind it rustles
the grass below
so many things
that can’t be shown

i’m looking down
but i can’t see
the mysterious places
of life unseen

as i stare blankly down
i hear the birds sing
and wonder what life is really like
underneath my trampoline

About “Trampoline”

I actually wrote this while lying down on my trampoline and peering down through the little holes. It was a nice summer day. I was trying to be creative.