Tiny

I wish I was tiny, 

To float on the leaves

That runoff in the river,

Bumping from side to side

Without losing balance,

Dancing candidly

With the calm current. 

I would feel the freedom

Listening to the song of the water, 

Sound like soft whistles, 

In my ears;

When feeling the rays of the sun, 

Massage my muscles

And illuminate my senses.

I wish I was tiny, 

To lose myself in the world

And that they only know my story

Fruitful writers,

That happy track my arrival

By the slight snapping of the branches.