At 4, height is just

A measurement of how tall

I am, or can be.


Then, height is something

I can keep climbing higher,

See the big picture.


But soon I learn that

The lower you go, the more

Details you can grasp.


Height, now, is not just

A measurement nor ladder

Nor a thrill to me.


Now, height is somewhere

I can find tranquillity,

Off from the frenzy.


This is where I can

Bask in the freshness of the air.

Reality pauses.



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