they say that concrete walls and locker rooms are not natural;
beings of man, raised up on metal cranes and wooden beams.
but i know that my school breathes: in, out. in, out. in, out.
it is a thousand climates. lights hang from the ceiling like stars.
i climb the stairs to my class like i climb a mountain.
people laugh and it is sun, people cry and it is rain.
new teachers, sick teachers, assemblies: climate change.
i walk hallways like i walk forest trails.
people tower beside me: giants. sequoias. jaguars.
strange and wonderful creatures. some snarl. some smile.
but then change.
i am leaving.
seeing the forest open up in front of me.
i have to find where every cave is. i have to feel the sun.
the creatures here are different. more adapted.
i walk the hallways again, and marvel at the things that change;
posters change. paint colors change. papers change. people change.
i am learning to change. things here are a different enviroment.
it breathes: in, out. in, out. in, out. i am breathed in.
changing schools is changing worlds.
i leave behind rain forests; step into coral reefs.
everything i've ever known is different.
but it isn't too bad. i've evolved to adapt. we've evolved to adapt.