The little miracle...

I am sitting under the shade of a tall oak tree looking up at the sky...
Then the Campanelli suddenly rings to tell me it's ten o'clock
it's time for class
I only have ten minutes...

but I keep sitting there staring at emptiness,
I get the feeling that I should move
that I should hurry
but I don't
I just sit there motionless,
I close my eyes...

When I open them it's no longer blue,
I am no longer looking up but straight ahead
out a window...

To the right I see a guy,
he is looking at the ground,
talking to himself...
then he takes out something from his dirty jacket
and stares at it for the longest time
as if waiting for it to talk back...

I glance to the left,
I see the open ocean
no ships around
no clouds
nothing
and then a bird
one single bird soars through the whole sky
it is as if the ocean and the sky were only there for it to fly

and then in the middle of both...
I see a tree...
and under the tree lies a boy

he isn't talking
nor is he wondering around wildly
he is just there
doing nothing...
just looking up...

I wonder, what is he looking at?
and just then something red falls from the oak tree and the boy raises his hands to catch it.
it lands softly...
what is it? this thing that he was looking at for so long...
he brings it closer to himself
and now I can see...
that red object that had caught his attention for so long
that thing that has made everything around him meaningless...

freedom...
wealth...
the boy doesn't care...
he just sits there looking at the rose...
the small miracle that fell from the emptiness