My Kingdom

The trees reach up to the sky all around me. In some places they seem to touch the beautiful blue dream. I lie on my back watching the clouds float by in the ocean in the sky. An eagle flies by, and its pure freedom takes my breath away. Free to roam the sky and claim it its own. The trees that graze its kingdom don't bother it as it drifts between and over them with a powerful amount of grace and beauty. Finally, I am able to break my eyes from the majestic animal. I stand up and see the ground I stand on. It's so permanent. So limited. I want to roam the sky. I want my own kingdom.
But then I look around me.
I see the trees and thier russet colored leaves. I take in the small, happy animals and breath the fresh, outdoor air.
And then it hits me. This is my kingdom. I look up at the eagle one last time, and the jealousy for it leaves me. For as long as I'm here,
I am free.