Three Words (Mr. Moon)

 Boat, Tree and Bird
       
         I drift without plans. A tiny boat on a huge ocean, nobody can be seen around the boat. The boat follows the current of emptiness, regardless of the direction of the destination. The currents are so hard that they overcome the boat’s force. The boat ended up nowhere, left alone in the middle of the dark ocean. Also, I do not move from where I belong. A small tree on a grassy hill, no one comes except the winds. The winds act like as friends but none of them stay. I fly above everything. Nobody stops me if I cross a wall, a fence, or a border. I only have the wings of freedom but I have everything I need. Like a water, nothing can restrict me.