The blue light of the screen
Gives me results and ageing.
Can I work and not hurt myself?
Can I do science and stay young?
Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?
Conscious and curious,
I sit at my desk.
Chlorophyll-rich are my holidays.
Below my body in the day
And in my hands in the night,
Grass and flowers empower my journey.
Relaxing and breathing
The fresh green.
In the hard times
Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,
I find myself dreaming grass.
Extended and surrounding grass
Breaths with me
And cuddle my thin roots
While i gather the energy
for the next tiny personal jump.