The mountain of rebellion

Escape to the green land,

store that fresh air and green threads of grass

bring it to the lab, bring it to your computer.

Ideas and rebellion need breathing fresh.

breathing new.

Pure green

Escaped from the lab coat,

Devoid of ask analytic tools,

I dive into the garden

And let geometries of leaves

And flying perfumes surprise me.

They narrate a story

Written only for me

That will take me away

For the most precious moment of the day.