Pair of blue feet on the ground with yellow-painted toes that are slightly curled up.

I’m always looking outside the window,

And the people who seem so busy from afar.

The tall buildings and then the stars.

But I miss the feeling of bare feet on grass,

The soil and the earth beneath that grass.

I’m home but not home and this is the closest I’ll ever be –

Close, close to Mother Gaia, I once could not see.