i lie my head on my pillow ready to rest,

like a bird settling in her nest.

but my eyes would not close

so with a sigh i steadily rose.

dirt spilt off my chest and onto the ground,

creating a small dirt mound.

my hard stone pillow behind me,

offered no comfort.

i looked around and with a sigh, 

i cast my eyes up high.

the sky was a deep purple and blue,

creating a deep dark hue.

i watched a bird dip and fall,

wishing i could be just as tall.

i wanted to leave and never come back here,

but my neighbour gives me a warning sneer.

hesitantly, i lie back down,

my mouth forming a frown.

i know where my place is in this world,

and that's where i belon and where i need to stay.

i dont belong above ground,

but, rather, under a dirt mount